English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald. The Harvard Classics. 190914. |
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463. Hame, Hame, Hame |
| Allan Cunningham (17841842) |
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HAME, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be | |
O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countree! | |
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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 | 5 |
O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countree! | |
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The green leaf o loyalties beginning for to fa, | |
The bonnie White Rose it is withering an a; | |
But Ill water t wi the blude of usurping tyrannie, | |
An green it will graw in my ain countree. | 10 |
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O, theres 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 loyaltie | |
May rise again an fight for their ain countree. | |
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The great now are gane, a wha ventured to save, | 15 |
The new grass is springing on the tap o their grave; | |
But the sun through the mirk blinks blythe in my ee, | |
Ill shine on ye yet in your ain countree. | |
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Hame, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be | |
O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countree! | 20 |
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