Poems by Robert Nicoll Second edition: with numerous additions, and a memoir of the author |
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MY HAME. |
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MY HAME.
O! I ha'e loved the heather hills,
Where summer breezes blaw;
An' I ha'e loved the glades that gang
Through yonder greenwood-shaw!
But now the spot maist dear to me
Is where the moon doth beam
Down through the sleepin' leaves, to watch
My ain wee cantie hame.
Where summer breezes blaw;
An' I ha'e loved the glades that gang
Through yonder greenwood-shaw!
But now the spot maist dear to me
Is where the moon doth beam
Down through the sleepin' leaves, to watch
My ain wee cantie hame.
My cantie hame! its roof o' straw,
Aneath yon thorn I see—
Yon cosie bush that couthie keeps
My wife an' bairnies three.
There's green grass round my cottage sma',
An' by it rins a stream,
Whilk ever sings a bonnie sang
To glad my cantie hame.
Aneath yon thorn I see—
Yon cosie bush that couthie keeps
My wife an' bairnies three.
There's green grass round my cottage sma',
An' by it rins a stream,
Whilk ever sings a bonnie sang
To glad my cantie hame.
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When delvin' in the sheugh at e'en,
Its curlin' reek I see;
I ken the precious things at hame
Are thinkin' upon me.
I ken my restin' chair is set,
Where comes the warmest gleam—
I ken there's langin' hearts in thee,
My ain wee cantie hame.
Its curlin' reek I see;
I ken the precious things at hame
Are thinkin' upon me.
I ken my restin' chair is set,
Where comes the warmest gleam—
I ken there's langin' hearts in thee,
My ain wee cantie hame.
O! can I do but love it weel,
When a' thing's lovesome there?
My cheerfu' wife—my laughin' weans—
The morn an' e'enin' prayer.
The Sabbath's wander in the woods,
An' by the saut-sea faem—
The warst o' hearts might learn to love,
My ain wee cantie hame.
When a' thing's lovesome there?
My cheerfu' wife—my laughin' weans—
The morn an' e'enin' prayer.
The Sabbath's wander in the woods,
An' by the saut-sea faem—
The warst o' hearts might learn to love,
My ain wee cantie hame.
The blessin's o' a hame-blessed heart—
Be warm upon it a'—
On wife an' bairns may love an' peace
Like sunbeams joyous fa'!
Blithe thoughts are rinnin' through my heart,
O! thoughts I canna name—
Sae glad are they—while thinkin' o'
My ain wee cantie hame.
Be warm upon it a'—
On wife an' bairns may love an' peace
Like sunbeams joyous fa'!
Blithe thoughts are rinnin' through my heart,
O! thoughts I canna name—
Sae glad are they—while thinkin' o'
My ain wee cantie hame.
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