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` loyaltie `s beginning for to fa`,
The bonnie White Rose it is withering an` a`;
But I`ll water `t wi` the blude of usurping tyrannie,
An` green it will graw in my ain countree.
O, there `s 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 e`e,
`I`ll 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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