148 CUNNINGHAM
Hame, hame, hame, hame fain wad I be, O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countrie !
The great are now gane, a' wha ventured to save ; The new grass is springing on the tap o' their grave But the sun thro' the mirk blinks blythe in my e'e, 'I'll shine on ye yet in yere ain countrie.' Hame, hame, hame, hame fain wad I be, Hame, hame, hame, to my ain countrie !
��LXX A SEA-SONG
A WET sheet and a flowing sea,
A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail
And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys,
While like the eagle free Away the good ship flies, and leaves
Old England on the lee.
O for a soft and gentle wind !
I heard a fair one cry; But give to me the snoring breeze
And white waves heaving high; And white waves heaving high, my lads,
The good ship tight and free The world of waters is our home,
And merry men are we.
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