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Home  »  The Oxford Book of English Verse  »  589. The Sun rises bright in France

Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.

Allan Cunningham. 1784–1842

589. The Sun rises bright in France

THE sun rises bright in France, 
  And fair sets he; 
But he has tint the blythe blink he had 
  In my ain countree. 
 
O, it ‘s nae my ain ruin         5
  That saddens aye my e’e, 
But the dear Marie I left behin’ 
  Wi’ sweet bairnies three. 
 
My lanely hearth burn’d bonnie, 
  And smiled my ain Marie;  10
I’ve left a’ my heart behin’ 
  In my ain countree. 
 
The bud comes back to summer, 
  And the blossom to the bee; 
But I’ll win back, O never,  15
  To my ain countree. 
 
O, I am leal to high Heaven, 
  Where soon I hope to be, 
An’ there I’ll meet ye a’ soon 
  Frae my ain countree!  20
 
GLOSS:  tint] lost.