HAME! hame! hame! O 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! O hame, hame, hame to my ain countrie! The green leaf o’ loyalty’s beginning now to fa’; The bonnie white rose it is withering an’ a’; But we’ll water it with the blude of usurping tyrannie, And fresh it shall blaw in my ain countrie! Hame, hame, hame! O hame fain wad I be! O hame, hame, hame to my ain countrie! O, there’s nocht now frae ruin my countrie can save, But the keys o’ kind heaven, to open the grave, That a’ the noble martyrs wha died for loyaltie May rise again and fight for their ain countrie. Hame, hame, hame! O hame fain wad I be! O hame, hame, hame to my ain countrie! The great now are gane, who attempted to save; The green grass is growing abune their graves; Yet the sun through the mirk seems to promise to me I’ll shine on ye yet in your ain countrie. Hame, hame, hame! O hame fain wad I be! O hame, hame, hame to my ain countrie! BORDER BALLAD A LYKE-WAKE DIRGE THIS ae nighte, this ae nighte, _Every nighte and alle_, Fire and sleet and candle-lighte, _And Christe receive thy saule_. When thou from hence away art past, _Every nighte and alle_, To Whinny-muir thou com’st at last; _And Christe receive thy saule_. If ever thou gavest hosen and shoon, _Every nighte and alle_, Sit thee down and put them on; _And Christe receive thy saule_. If hosen and shoon thou ne’er gav’st nane, _Every nighte and alle_, The whinnes sall prick thee to the bare bane; _And Christe receive thy saule_. From Whinny-muir when thou may’st pass, _Every nighte and alle_, To Brig o’ Dread thou com’st at last, _And Christe receive thy saule_. From Brig o’ Dread when thou may’st pass, _Every nighte and alle_, To Purgatory fire thou com’st at last, _And Christe receive thy saule_. If ever thou gavest meat or drink, _Every nighte and alle_, The fire sall never make thee shrink; _And Christe receive thy saule_. If meat and drink thou ne’er gav’st nane, _Every nighte and alle_, The fire will burn thee to the bare bane, _And Christe receive thy saule_. This ae nighte, this ae nighte, _Every nighte and alle_, Fire and sleet and candle-lighte, _And Christe receive thy saule_. JOHN DRYDEN 1631–1700 ODE _To the Pious Memory of the accomplished young lady_, _Mrs. Anne Killigrew_, _excellent in the two sister arts_ _of Poesy and Painting_