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Hame, Hame, Hame
¶HAME, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be—O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countree![783]When the flower is i' the bud and the leaf is on the tree,The larks shall sing me hame in my ain countree;Hame, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be—O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countree!
¶The green leaf o' loyaltie's beginning for to fa',The bonnie White Rose it is withering an' a';But I'll water't wi' the blude of usurping tyrannie,An' green it will graw in my ain countree.
¶O, there's nocht now frae ruin my country can save,But the keys o' kind heaven, to open the grave;That a' the noble martyrs wha died for loyaltieMay rise again an' fight for their ain countree.
¶The great now are gane, a' wha ventured to save,The new grass is springing on the tap o' their grave;But the sun through the mirk blinks blythe in my e'e,'I'll shine on ye yet in your ain countree.'
464 a We T Sheet and a Flowing Sea
¶A WET sheet and a flowing sea,A wind that follows fastAnd fills the white and rustling sailAnd bends the gallant mast;And bends the gallant mast, my boys,While like the eagle freeAway the good ship flies, and leavesOld England on the lee.
¶O for a soft and gende wind!I heard a fair one cry;But give to me the snoring breezeAnd white waves heaving high;And white waves heaving high, my lads,The good ship tight and free—The world of waters is our home,And merry men are we.[784]There's tempest in yon horned moon,And lightning in yon cloud;But hark the music, mariners!The wind is piping loud;The wind is piping loud, my boys,The lightning flashes free—While the hollow oak our palace is,Our heritage the sea.