Oh! why left I my hame?
  Why did I cross the deep?
Oh! why left I the land
  Where my forefathers sleep?
I sigh for Scotia’s shore,
  And I gaze across the sea,
But I canna get a blink
  O’ my ain countrie.

The palm-tree waveth high,
  And fair the myrtle springs;
And, to the Indian maid,
  The bulbul...