OH, I want to win me hame To my ain countrie, The land frae whence I came Far away across the sea; Bit I canna find it there, on the atlas anywhere, And I greet and wonder sair Where the deil it can be? I hae never met a man, In a' the warld wide, Who has trod my native lan' Or its distant shores espied; But they tell me there's a place where my hypothetic race Its dim origin can trace -- Tipperary-on-the-Clyde. But anither answers: "Nae, Ye are varra far frae richt; Glasgow town in Dublin Bay Is the spot we saw the licht." But I dinna find the maps bearing out these pawkie chaps, And I sometimes think perhaps It has vanished out o' sight. Oh, I fain wad win me hame To that undiscovered lan' That has neither place nor name Where the Scoto-Irishman May behold the castles fair by his fathers builded there Many, many ages ere Ancient history began. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CITY VIGNETTE: DAWN by SARA TEASDALE FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF JOHN KEATS' DEATH by SARA TEASDALE THE DONG WITH A LUMINOUS NOSE by EDWARD LEAR THE BLIND MEN AND THE ELEPHANT by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM by ROBERT SOUTHEY LINES COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |