Glen Collection of printed music > Printed text > Harp of Renfrewshire

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Lands o' the sun, ye may boast o' your ijleasures,
Sweet your perfume's on the breast o' the wave,
Stern independence is Scotia's treasure,
Sad is her heart wi' the wails o' the slave.
The sons of the North, in their moss-covered dwellings.
Freedom inhale with their own mountain air.
Voices I hear, on the night breezes swelling,
Hame o' my heart, will I ne'er see ye mair !
Land o' my kindred, so famous in story.
Factions and foes thou hast ever defied ;
Unchanged in thy worth, and untarnished in glory,
Land for whose freedom my fathers have died.
France may rejoice in her gay sparkling fountains,
Italy boast of her gardens so rare.
Dearer by far are your snow-covered mountains,
Scotia, my hame, will I ne'er see ye mair !
NOW SPRING RETURNS.
Now spring returns, and early buds
Around our feet appear,
The voice o' music frae the woods
Fa's sweet upon the ear ;
But oh ! this heart wi' sorrow burns,
And saut tears dim my ee'.
For never mair to me returns
My Jamie frae the sea.