Upon the Lomonds I lay, I lay;
Upon the Lomonds I lay;
I lookit doun to bonnie Lochleven,
An’ saw three perches play.
Great Argyll he goes before;
He makes the cannons an’ guns to roar,
Wi’ sound of trumpet, pipe, and drum;
The Campbells are comin’, O-ho, O-ho!
The Campbells they are a’ in arms,
Their loyal faith and truth to show,
Wi’ banners rattlin’ in the wind,
The Campbells are comin’, O-ho, O-ho!
Anonymous.
GILFILLAN
CXLIV
MY AIN COUNTRIE
Oh! why left I my hame?
Why did I cross the deep?
Oh! why left I the land
Where my forefathers sleep?
I sigh for Scotia’s shore,
And I gaze across the sea,
But I canna get a blink
O’ my ain countrie.
The palm-tree waveth high,
And fair the myrtle springs;
And to the Indian maid
The bulbul sweetly sings.
But I dinna see the broom,
Wi’ its tassels on the lea;
Nor hear the linties’ sang
O’ my ain countrie.