HAME, DEARIE, HAME
It was up in London
A fair maid did dwell;
She's come into this country.
As you may plainly see,
But she's a sweetheart at hame
In her ain countrie.
It's hame, dearie, hame,
And it's hame that I maun be;
Sae fain's I would be back
To my ain countrie,
Where the oak and the ash,
And the bonnie elm tree,
They are a' growin' green
In my ain countrie.
Some say this is a bonnie place,
When the heather's in full bloom,
The pu'in' o' the blaeberries,
And the carryin' o' them home;
But ye'll pu' to me the red rose
That grows on yonder tree,
And I'll plant it in full blossom
In my ain countrie.
It's hame, dearie, hame, etc,
Some say this is a bonnie place,
Where laddies they go free,
But it's foolish of the young men
To lay their love on me;
It's foolish o' the young men
To lay their love on me
I've a sweetheart at hame
In my ain countrie.
It's hame, dearie, hame, etc'
@love @tree
from Gavin Grieg
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