*Hame*

There's a wee, wee glen in the Hielan's, Where I fain, fain would be; There's an auld kirk there on the hillside I weary sair to see. In a low lythe nook in the graveyard Drearily stands alane, Marking the last lair of a' I lo'ed, A wee moss-covered stane.

There's an auld hoose sits in a hollow Half happit by a tree; At the door the untended lilac Still blossoms for the bee; But the auld roof is sairly seggit, There's nane now left to care; And the thatch ance sae neatly stobbit Has lang been scant and bare.

Aft as I lie 'neath a foreign sky In dreams I see them a'-- The auld dear kirk, the dear auld hame, The glen sae far awa'. Dreams flee at dawn, and the tropic sun Nae ray o' hope can gie; I wander on o'er the desert lone, There's nae mair hame for me.