YE bonnie haughs and heather braes Whare I hae daft youth's gladsome days, A dream o' by-gane bliss ye be That gars me sigh for my ain countrie! Lang dwinin' in a fremit land Doth feckless mak' baith heart and hand, And starts the tear-drap to the ee That aye was bricht in the auld countrie. Tho' Carron Brig be gray and worn, Where I and my forebears were born, Yet dearer is its time-touched stone Than the halls of pride I now look on. As music to the lingerin' ear Were Carron's waters croonin' clear; They call to me, where'er I roam, The voices o' my long-lost home! And gin I were a wee wee bird, Adown to licht at Randie Ford, In Kirk O' Muir I'd close mine ee, And fald my wings in mine ain countrie! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 32 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE THREAD OF LIFE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNET: 60 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: MARCH by EDMUND SPENSER TO THE QUEEN by ALFRED TENNYSON ENGLISH COUNTRY (WHERE THREE SHIRES MEET) by WILLIAM BLISS HASTINGS' SONNETS: 6 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |