Robert Burns, 1791
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Frae the friends and land I love Driv'n by Fortune's felly spite, Frae my best belov'd I rove, Never mair to taste delight Never mair maun hope to find Ease frae toil, relief frae care. When remembrance wracks the mind, Pleasures but unveil despair. |
2. Brightest climes shall mirk appear, Desert ilka blooming shore, Till the Fates, nae mair severe, Friendship, love, and peace restore; Till Revenge, wi' laurel'd head, Bring our banish'd hame again, And ilk loyal, bonie lad Cross the seas, and win his ain! |
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