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 8 OH, WHY LEFT I MY HAME? 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 spring And to the Indian maid the bulbul sweetly sings; But I dinna see the broom, wi' its tassels on the lea, Nor hear the lintie's sang o' my ain countrie. Oh, here no Sabbath bell awakes the Sabbath morn, Nor song of reaper's voice amang the yellow corn; For the tyrant's voice is here, and the wail o' slavery, But the sun o' freedom shines in my ain countrie. There's a hope for every woe, and a balm for every pain But the first joys of our heart come never back again There's a track upon the deep, and a path across the sea But the weary ne'er return to their ain countrie.

WANDERING WILLIE. Here awa', there awa', wandering Willie! Here awa', there awa', haud awa' hame! Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie; Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie again. Winter winds blew loud and cauld at our parting ; Fears for my Willie brought tears in my e'e; Welcome now, summer, and welcome, my Willie; The summer to nature, and Willie to me.