Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Thomas Campbell
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HAME, HAME, HAME
Hame, hame, hame, hame, fain wad I be:
O hame, hame, hame to my ain countrie!
When the flower is in the bud, and the leaf is on the tree,
The lark shall sing me hame to my ain countrie.
Hame, hame, hame! O hame fain wad I be!