O, Wad that my time were owre but, Wi’ this wintry sleet and snaw, That I might see our house again, I’ the bonnie birken shaw! For this is no my ain life, And I peak and pine away Wi’ the thochts o’ hame and the young flowers, In the glad green month of May. I used to wauk in the morning Wi’ the loud sang o’ the lark, And the whistling o’ the ploughman lads, As they gaed to their wark; I used to wear the bit young lambs Frae the tod and the roaring stream; But the warld is changed, and a’ thing now To me seems like a dream. There are busy crowds around me, On ilka lang dull street; Yet, though sae mony surround me, I ken na ane I meet: And I think o’ kind kent faces, And o’ blithe an’ cheery days, When I wandered out wi’ our ain folk, Out owre the simmer braes. Waes me, for my heart is breaking! I think o’ my brither sma’, And on my sister greeting, When I cam frae hame awa. And O, how my mither sobbit, As she shook me by the hand, When I left the door o’ our auld house, To come to this stranger land. There ’s nae hame like our ain hame— O, I wush that I were there! There ’s nae hame like our ain hame To be met wi’ onywhere; And O that I were back again, To our farm and fields sae green; And heard the tongues o’ my ain folk, And were what I hae been!
The Rustic Lad’s Lament in the Town
Collection:
1818
Sub Title:
II. Parting and Absence
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