by James Wheatley
(Sudbury Suffolk)
AN EXILE'S LAMENT
Oh! My bonny bonny Scotland
Seems so far awa' frae me,
And it makes me feel so lonely
Wish I could come hame fer tea!
As that feeling comes upon me
I can barely hold a tear,
For my Scotland I'm a thinking
How I wish that you were near.
Yellow broom and purple heather
Flow like rivers in ma heed,
So you know what I'm a dreaming
When at rest upon ma bed.
Soon I will come home to Scotland
She is bonded through ma soul
It's my home; it's where ma heart is,
And together we'll grow old!
JW 2004
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