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Far frae my hame |
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I wander but still my thoughts return |
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To my ain folk over yonder in the sheiling by the burn |
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I see the cosy ingle and the mist upon the brae |
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And joy and sadness mingle as |
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I list some auld world lay (Chorus) |
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And it' oh but |
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I'm longing for my ain folk |
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Though they be but lowly pure and plain folk |
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I am far beyond the sea but my heart will always be |
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At home in dear old |
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Scotland wi' my ain folk |
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A bonnie lassie's greetin' tho' she tries tae stay the tears |
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And sweet will be our meeting after many weary years |
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How my mother will caress me when |
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I'm standing by her side |
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Now she prays that heaven will bless me through the stormy seas divide (Chorus) |