My Harry was a gallant gay, Fu' stately strade he on the plain; But now he's banish'd far away, I'll never see him back again. Chorus. -- O for him back again! O for him back again! I wad gie a' Knockhaspie's land For Highland Harry back again. When a' the lave gae to their bed, I wander dowie up the glen; I set me down and greet my fill, And aye I wish him back again. O for him, &c. O were some villains hangit high, And ilka body had their ain! Then I might see the joyfu' sight, My Highland Harry back again. O for him, &c. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO ANTHEA [WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANYTHING] by ROBERT HERRICK THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM, THE MURDERER by THOMAS HOOD SPANIARDS' GRAVES AT THE ISLES OF SHOALS by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER ORANGE BUDS BY MAIL FROM FLORIDA by WALT WHITMAN |