OH! why left I my hame? Why did I cross the deep? Oh! why left I the land Where my forefathers sleep? I sigh for Scotia's shore, And I gaze across the sea, But I canna get a blink O' my ain countrie. The palm-tree waveth high, And fair the myrtle springs; And, to the Indian maid, The bulbul sweetly sings. But I dinna see the broom Wi' its tassels on the lee, Nor hear the lintie's sang O' my ain countrie. Oh! here no Sabbath bell Awakes the Sabbath morn, Nor song of reapers heard Among the yellow corn: For the tyrant's voice is here, And the wail of slaverie; But the sun of freedom shines In my ain countrie. There's a hope for every woe, And a balm for every pain, But the first joys o' our heart Come never back again. There's a track upon the deep, And a path across the sea: But the weary ne'er return To their ain countrie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONDON SNOW by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES ON FIRST ENTERING WESTMINSTER ABBEY by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY THE YEAR'S AWAKENING by THOMAS HARDY TO THE BELOVED by ALICE MEYNELL THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 12 by OMAR KHAYYAM ON MRS PRIESTLEY'S LEAVING WARRINGTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO A CHILD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |