Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Allan Cunningham. 17841842590. Hame, Hame, Hame
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— | 5 |
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. | 10 |
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, | 15 |
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! | 20 |