The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 87
Oh! Why Left i My Hame
Oh! Why Left i My Hame.
The palm-tree waveth high,
And fair the myrtle spring,
And to the Indian maid
The bulbul 1
sweetly sings;
But I dinna see the broom,
Wi' its tassels on the lea,
Nor hear the lintie's sang
O' my ain countrie.
Oh! here no Sabbath-bell
Awakes the Sabbath morn,
Nor song of reapers heard
Amang the yellow earn:
For the tyrant's voice is here,
And the wail of [unclear: laiene,]
But the sun of Freedom shines
In my ain countrie.
1 The Indian Nightingale.