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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