| Lyrics: | HAME, DEARIE, HAME
It was up in London
A fair maid did dwell;
She's come into
this country.
As you may plainly see,
But she's a sweetheart at hame
In her ain
countrie.
It's hame, dearie, hame,
And it's hame that I maun be;
Sae
fain's I would be back
To my ain countrie,
Where the oak and the ash,
And the
bonnie elm tree,
They are a' growin' green
In my ain countrie.
Some say
this is a bonnie place,
When the heather's in full bloom,
The pu'in' o' the
blaeberries,
And the carryin' o' them home;
But ye'll pu' to me the red rose
That
grows on yonder tree,
And I'll plant it in full blossom
In my ain
countrie.
It's hame, dearie, hame, etc,
Some say this is a bonnie
place,
Where laddies they go free,
But it's foolish of the young men
To lay their
love on me;
It's foolish o' the young men
To lay their love on me
I've a sweetheart
at hame
In my ain countrie.
It's hame, dearie, hame, etc'
@love @tree
from
Gavin Grieg
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