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THE AULD MAN'S SANG.

BY ANGUS FAIEBAIBK. And it's hatne, to Scotland, And haraeward I maun fare. For I have na seen the bonny place This aaxty years and mair. My heart is like a wean that girna In mother's airms to be, And I think I wad be weal In my am countrie. Hame, my dearie, hame ! The bonnie sunny mornings, Wi* laverocks aingin' high, And the lassie's liltin' sweetly At the milkiri' o' the kye. The primrose on the dewy bank*, The violet in the shaw; •But the courtin' time at gloaraia' Was the blithest time of a' Hame, my dearie, hama I Oh ! shall I hear the music O' the buraie brattlin' near Where Jean and I forgathered ] n the bonds o' love Bae dear) And where we pairted sobbin', Never mair to meet again, Wi' vows aae true and tender— Oh, sac tender and aae vain. Hame, dearie, hame ! My faither and my mither sleep Within yon kirkyard wa', There's nane will gi'e me welcome hame. At bonnie Brankaome ha. But sacred are the scenes o' youth, And their fain wad 1 be, By the Ettrick, flowing sweetly, In my am countrie. Hame, dearie, hame !

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Bruce Herald, Volume IX, Issue 893, 30 March 1877, Page 3

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199

THE AULD MAN'S SANG. Bruce Herald, Volume IX, Issue 893, 30 March 1877, Page 3

THE AULD MAN'S SANG. Bruce Herald, Volume IX, Issue 893, 30 March 1877, Page 3