My ain Countrie.
[Written by Allan Cunningham. A fragment of this was contributed to Cromek's Remains as an old Jacobite production.]
The sun rises bright in France,
And fair sets he;
But he has tint the blythe blink he had
In my ain countrie.
O! gladness comes to many,
But sorrow comes to me,
As I look o'er the wide ocean
To my ain countrie.
O! it's no my ain ruin
That saddens aye my e'e
But the love I left in Galloway,
Wi' bonnie bairns three;
My hamely hearth burnt bonnie,
And smiled my fair Marie:
I've left my heart behind me,
In my ain countrie.
The bud comes back to summer,
And the blossom to the tree,
But I win back—oh, never,
To my ain countrie.
I'm leal to the high heaven,
Which will be leal to me;
And there I'll meet ye a' sune,
Frae my ain countrie.