YE bonnie haughs and heather braes Whare I hae daft youth's gladsome days, A dream o' by-gane bliss ye be That gars me sigh for my ain countrie! Lang dwinin' in a fremit land Doth feckless mak' baith heart and hand, And starts the tear-drap to the ee That aye was bricht in the auld countrie. Tho' Carron Brig be gray and worn, Where I and my forebears were born, Yet dearer is its time-touched stone Than the halls of pride I now look on. As music to the lingerin' ear Were Carron's waters croonin' clear; They call to me, where'er I roam, The voices o' my long-lost home! And gin I were a wee wee bird, Adown to licht at Randie Ford, In Kirk O' Muir I'd close mine ee, And fald my wings in mine ain countrie! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOHN CABANIS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A HYMN FOR PROCESSION WITH CROSS AND BANNERS by SABINE BARING-GOULD A GOOD PLAY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON LOFT AT NIGHT by VIRGINIA ABEL SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 6. THE WANDERING ONE MAKES MUSIC by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS JIM'S WHIP by BARCROFT HENRY BOAKE |