HAME, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be--
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O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countree!
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When the flower is i' the bud and the leaf is on the tree,
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The larks shall sing me hame in my ain countree;
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Hame, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be--
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O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countree!
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The green leaf o' loyaltie 's beginning for to fa',
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The bonnie White Rose it is withering an' a';
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But I'll water 't wi' the blude of usurping tyrannie,
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An' green it will graw in my ain countree.
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O, there 's nocht now frae ruin my country can save,
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But the keys o' kind heaven, to open the grave;
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That a' the noble martyrs wha died for loyaltie
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May rise again an' fight for their ain countree.
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The great now are gane, a' wha ventured to save,
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The new grass is springing on the tap o' their grave;
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But the sun through the mirk blinks blythe in my e'e,
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'I'll shine on ye yet in your ain countree.'
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Hame, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be--
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O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countree!
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Hame, Hame, Hame / Tha Mi Sgith
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| Silly Wizard |
