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1784-1842
HAME, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be
O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countree!
When the flower is i the bud and the leaf is on the tree,
The larks shall sing me hame in my ain countree;
Hame, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be
O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countree!
The green leaf o loyalties beginning for to fa,
The bonnie White Rose it is withering an a;
But Ill water t wi the blude of usurping tyrannie,
An green it will graw in my ain countree.
O, theres nocht now frae ruin my country can save,
But the keys o kind heaven, to open the grave;
That a the noble martyrs wha died for loyaltie
May rise again an fight for their ain countree.
The great now are gane, a wha ventured to save,
The new grass is springing on the tap o their grave;
But the sun through the mirk blinks blythe in my ee,
Ill shine on ye yet in your ain countree.
Hame, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be
O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countree!
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