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An’ its hame, an’ its hame to the north countrie,
An’ its hame, an’ its hame to the north countrie.
Where mv honnie Jean is waiting* for me,
Wi’ a heart kind and true, in my ain countrie.
“But were they a’ true that were far awaf
Ohi were they a’ true that were far awaf
They drew up wi’ glaikit Eng-1 ishers at Carlisle ha’.
And forgot auld frien’s that were far awa.
“Ye’ll come nae mair, Jamie, where aft ye’ave been,
Ye’ll come nae mair, Jamie, to Atholl’s green,
Ye lo’ed owre weel the dancin at Carlisle ha’,
And forgot the hieland hills that were far awa.
T ne’er loed a dance but on Atholl’s green,
I ne’er lo’ed a lassie but my dorty Jean,
Sair, sair against my will did I bide sae lang awa,
And my heart was ay in Atholl’s green at Carlisle ha'.
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The brier bush was bonny ance in our kail-yaird;
The brier hush was bonny ance in our kail-yaird;
A blast blew owre the hill, that ga’e Atholl’s flowers a chill,
And the bloom’s blawn aff the bonny bush in our kail-yaird.