My Ain Folk

Far frae my hame I wander, but still my thoughts return 

To my ain folk ower yonder, in the shieling by the burn. 

I see the cosy ingle, and the mist abune the brae: 

And joy and sadness mingle, as I list some auld-warld lay.

 O' their absent ane they're telling, the auld folk by the fire: 

And I mark the swift tears welling, as the ruddy flame leaps high'r. 

How the mither wad caress me, were I but by her side: 

Now she prays that Heav'n will bless me, tho' the stormy seas divide.

And it's oh! but I'm longing for my ain folk, 

Tho' they be but lowly, puir and plain folk: 

I am far beyond the sea, but my heart will ever be 

At home in dear auld Scotland, wi' my ain folk. 

Strangely enough, the writer of this song William Braund lived in London and had never set foot in Scotland.

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