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MY AIN FOLK! GALLOWA' HILLS.
They're Far, Far Awa'. DARK FLODDEN FIELD. My Ain Folk. Far frae my ain hame I wander,
But still my thoughts return
To my ain folk ower yonder,
In the sheiling by the burn.
I see the cosy ingle,
And the mist abune the brae,
And joy and sadness mingle As I lilt some auld warld lay. CHORUS? And its o' but I'm longing for my ain folk,
Tho' they be but lowly, puir, and plain folk,
I am far beyond the sea, but my thoughts will ever be
At hame in dear auld Scotland wi' my ain folk. O' their absent ane they're telling?
The auld folk by the fire,
And I mark their swift tears welling,
As the ruddy flames leap higher.
How my mither would caress me,
Were I but by her side;
How she prays that heaven will bless me,
Tho' the stormy seas divide. CHORUS? A bonnie lass is greetin',
Tho' she strives to stay her tears,
Oh I sweet will be the meeting,
After many weary years.
How my fond arms will enfold ye,
As I ca' ye ever mine;
Still abides the love I told ye,
In the days o' auld lang syne. Chorus (for 1ast verse only).
And its o' but I'm longing for my ain folk,
Tho' they be but lowly, puir, and plain folk ;
I'm far across the sea, but soon again I'll be
At hame in dear auld Scotland wi' my ain folk. They're Far, Far Awa'. They're far ower the sea, the freen's we lo'e sae weel,
They're far, far across the stormy main ;
But it's aft dae we picture the joy we wad feel,
Were they only among us again.
The auld hoose at hame is sae lonely and drear,
The auld folk are failin' an' a' ;
But though oceans divide us we seem ever dear
To the freen's that are far, far awa'. CHORUS?
They're far across the seas, but their hearts are warm and true,
The auld hoose at hame is ever in their view ;
The bonnie blooming heather and the hilltaps clad wi' snaw ;
Their hearts are aye in Scotland, tho' they're far, far awa'. Dae they mind when at hame, in the lang summer days,
Wi' the laddie or the lassie, but an' ben ;
We wad plunk frae the schule, an' awa' to the braes,
Or ramble for hours in the glen?
An' after oor fun in the hoose we wad slink,
As if we'd dune naething ava.
Oh, my heart is sae fou, I could greet when I think
On the freen's that are far, far awa'. Gallowa' Hills. Says I, bonnie lassie, will ye gang wi' me,
An' leave your friends in their ain country ?
Leave your friends and comrades a',
An' pad the road wi' me to Gallowa' ? CHORUS- Gallowa' hills are covered wi' broom,
Heather bells an' bonnie bloom,
Handsome scenes and rivers braw,
Ga'en ower yon hills to Gallowa'. I'll tak' my plaid, content I'll be,
I'll kilt it a bit abune my knee ;
So its gi'e your pipes anither blaw,
And I'll pad the road wi' you to Gallowa'. CHORUS? I'll lay aside my rocking reel,
I'll lay aside my spinning wlheel;
Come, gi'e your pipes anither blaw,
And I'll pad the road wi' you to Gallowa'. Dark Flodden Field. (By Alexander Adamson.) Our bravest on the turf He dead
On dark Flodden Field,
As thick as leaves in autumn shed,
On dark Flodden Field;
The morning sun shone clear and bright,
On clansmen brave, and gallant knight?
How stark and stiff in cold moonlight,
They lie on Flodden Field ! Cry dool and woe in oot and tower,
O'er dark Flodden Field,
No more for Scotland's right and power,
Those hands the sword shall wield ;
No more, O bard, with kindling eye,
Of glory sing or victory,
Let hapless maid and mourners cry?
O, dark Flodden Field ! Ere morn shall lift the shades that lie
On dark Flodden Field,
Ere birds of evil omen fly
Low on Flodden Field,
Awake ye winds, bewail the dead,
O, haste, ye snows, and veil the red
Of noble blood like water shed,
On dark Flodden Field ! Yet Scotland shall outlive thy stain,
Dark Flodden Field ; ;
And distant lands shall sing their fame,
Who die, but never yield.
Where Scottish plumes and tartans wave,
The foe will find thy sons as brave
As sires who filled the heroes' grave,
On dark Flodden Field !
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1880-1900 shelfmark: RB.m.143(119)
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