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108—MY AIN FOLK

Far frae my hame I wander; But still my thoughts return
To my ain folk ower yonder, In the sheilding by the burn,
I see the cosy ingle, And the mist abune the brae:
And joy and sadness mingle, As I list some auld warld lay.
And it's oh! but I'm longing for my ain folk, Tho' they be but lowly, puir, and plain folk:
I am far beyond the sea, But my heart will ever be
At hame in dear auld Scotland, wi' my ain folk!

O' their absent ane they're telling—The auld folk by the fire:
And I mark the swift tears welling, As the ruddy flame leap high'r.
How the mither wad caress me, Were I but by her side:
Now she prays that Heav'n will bless me, tho' the stormy sea divide.
And its oh! but I'm longing for my ain folk, Tho' they be but lowly, puir, and plain folk:
I am far beyond the sea, But my heart will ever be
At hame in dear auld Scotland, wi' my ain folk!

A bonnie lass is greeting, Tho' she strives to stay the tears:
Ah! sweet will be our meeting After mony weary years.
Soon my fond arms shall enfold ye, As I ca' you ever mine—
Still abides the love I told ye In the days of auld lang syne.
And it's oh! but I'm longing for my ain folk, tho' they be but lowly, puir, and plain folk:
I am far across the sea, But soon I'll be At hame in dear auld Scotland wi' my ain folk!