Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE EMIGRANT'S WISH, by ANONYMOUS First Line: I wish we were hame to our ain folk Last Line: The hames are the hames o' our ain folk Subject(s): Absence;wishes; Separation;isolation | ||||||||
I WISH we were hame to our ain folk, Our kind and our true-hearted ain folk, Where the simple are weal, and the gentle are leal, And the hames are the hames o' our ain folk. We 've been wi' the gay, and the gude where we 've come, We 're courtly wi' many, we 're couthy wi' some; But something's still wantin' we never can find Sin' the day that we left our auld neebors behind. O, I wish we were hame to our ain folk, Our kind and our true-hearted ain folk, Where daffin and glee wi ' the friendly and free Made our hearts aye sae fond o' our ain folk. Though Spring had its moils, and Summer its toils, And Autumn craved pith ere we gathered its spoils, Yet Winter repaid a' the toil that we took, When ilk ane crawed crouse by his ain ingle nook. O, I wish we were hame to our ain folk, Our kind and our true-hearted ain folk, Where maidens and men in hall and in glen Still welcome us aye as their ain folk. They told us in gowpens we'd gather the gear, Sae sune as we cam' to the rich Mailins here, But what are the Mailins, or what are they worth, If they be not enjoyed in the land o' our birth! Then I wish we were hame to our ain folk, Our kind and our true-hearted ain folk, But deep are the howes and high are the knowes, That keep us awa' frae our ain folk. The seat by the door where our auld faithers sat, To tell a' the news, their views, and a' that, While down by the kailyard the burnie rowed clear, 'T was mair to my liking than aught that is here. Then I wish we were hame to our ain folk, Our kind and our true-hearted ain folk, Where the wild thistles wave o'er th' abode o' the brave, And the graves are the graves o' our ain folk. But happy, gey lucky, we 'll trudge on our way, Till our arm waxes weak and our haffets grow gray; And, tho' in this world our ain still we miss, We 'll meet them at last in a world o' bliss. And then we 'll be hame to our ain folk, Our kind and our true-hearted ain folk, Where far 'yont the moon in the heavens aboon The hames are the hames o' our ain folk. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EVENING OF THE MIND by DONALD JUSTICE CHRISTMAS AWAY FROM HOME by JANE KENYON THE PROBLEM by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES WHEN A WOMAN LOVES A MAN by DAVID LEHMAN THIS UNMENTIONABLE FEELING by DAVID LEHMAN TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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