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| THERE ’s nae hame like the hame o’ youth, | |
| Nae ither spot sae fair; | |
| Nae ither faces look sae kind | |
| As the smilin’ faces there. | |
| An’ I ha’e sat by mony streams, | 5 |
| Ha’e travelled mony ways; | |
| But the fairest spot on the earth to me | |
| Is on bonnie Ordé Braes. | |
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| An ell-lang wee thing then I ran | |
| Wi’ the ither neebor bairns, | 10 |
| To pu’ the hazel’s shining nuts, | |
| An’ to wander ’mang the ferns; | |
| An’ to feast on the bramble-berries brown, | |
| An’ gather the glossy slaes, | |
| By the burnie’s side, an’ aye sinsyne | 15 |
| I ha’e loved sweet Ordé Braes. | |
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| The memories o’ my father’s hame, | |
| An’ its kindly dwellers a’, | |
| O, the friends I loved wi’ a young heart’s love | |
| Ere care that heart could thraw, | 20 |
| Are twined wi’ the stanes o’ the silver burn, | |
| An’ its fairy crooks an’ bays, | |
| That onward sang ’neath the gowden broom | |
| Upon bonnie Ordé Braes. | |
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| Aince on a day there were happy hames | 25 |
| By the bonnie Ordé’s side: | |
| Nane ken how meikle peace an’ love | |
| In a straw-roofed cot can bide. | |
| But the hames are gane, an’ the hand o’ time | |
| The roofless wa’s doth raze; | 30 |
| Laneness an’ sweetness hand in hand | |
| Gang ower the Ordé Braes. | |
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| O, an’ the sun were shinin’ now, | |
| An’ O, an’ I were there, | |
| Wi’ twa three friends o’ auld langsyne, | 35 |
| My wanderin’ joy to share! | |
| For though on the hearth o’ my bairnhood’s hame | |
| The flock o’ the hills doth graze, | |
| Some kind hearts live to love me yet | |
| Upon bonnie Ordé Braes. | 40 |
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