English poem
AN OLD SONG — 1750
by Andrew Lang
OH, it’s hame, hame, hame, And it’s hame I wadna be, Till the Lord calls King James To his ain countrie, Bids the wind blaw frae France, Till the Firth keps the faem, And Loch Garry and Lochiel Bring Prince Charlie hame.
May the lads Prince Charlie led That were hard on Willie’s track, When frae Laffen field he fled, Wi’ the claymore at his back, May they stand on Scottish soil When the White Rose bears the gree, And the Lord calls the King To his ain countrie!
Bid the seas arise and stand Like walls on ilka side, Till our Highland lad pass through With Jehovah for his guide. Dry up the River Forth, As Thou didst the Red Sea, When Israel cam hame To his ain countrie.