Poems and Songs By Robert Gilfillan. Fourth edition. With memoir of the author, and appendix of his latest pieces |
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THE EMIGRANTS' WELCOME. |
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THE EMIGRANTS' WELCOME.
From the land of our sires, see, the valiant come forth,
From the glens of old Scotland, the pride of the North;
And we, though away o'er the dark roaring main,
Can think of our dear native mountains again.
From the glens of old Scotland, the pride of the North;
And we, though away o'er the dark roaring main,
Can think of our dear native mountains again.
They come not with trumpet, they come not with drum,
In the fond ties of friendship our brothers they come;
And loud though around them the ocean may roar,
The pilgrims shall rest when the journey is o'er!
In the fond ties of friendship our brothers they come;
And loud though around them the ocean may roar,
The pilgrims shall rest when the journey is o'er!
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They come, from the banks of the Spey and the Dee,
Where the heather is red, and the thistle waves free;
Where the primrose grows wild, and the brier is in bloom,
To the dark winter forests of Canada gloom.
Where the heather is red, and the thistle waves free;
Where the primrose grows wild, and the brier is in bloom,
To the dark winter forests of Canada gloom.
They come, from the braes of the Tweed and the Doon,
With age in its night, and youth in its noon;
And soft blooming maidens, all lovely to see,
The joy of the brave, and the pride of the free!
With age in its night, and youth in its noon;
And soft blooming maidens, all lovely to see,
The joy of the brave, and the pride of the free!
They come, now as strangers, but strangers no more,
A welcome we'll give them, as we got before;
We'll banish their sorrow if they should repine,
When they think on the “Scotland o' bonnie langsyne!”
A welcome we'll give them, as we got before;
We'll banish their sorrow if they should repine,
When they think on the “Scotland o' bonnie langsyne!”
Our homes shall be theirs, and the wood-fire shall burn,
To warm and to welcome the wand'rers that mourn;
And though different the sky and the landscape around,
Oh! 'tis home, oh! 'tis country, where kindness is found!
To warm and to welcome the wand'rers that mourn;
And though different the sky and the landscape around,
Oh! 'tis home, oh! 'tis country, where kindness is found!
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