The Orange Lilly "O"

The Orange Lilly "O"

Saturday, 14 May 2011

Mah Ain Fowk

Far frae mah hame ah wander,
But still mah thoughts return,
To mah ain fowk ower yonder,
In the sheiling by the burn.
Ah see the cosy ingle,
And the mist abune the brae:
And joy and sadness mingle,
As ah list some auld-warld lay.
And it's oh! but ah am longing
Fur mah ain fowk.

Tho' they be but lowly,
Puir and plain fowk.
Ah am far beyond the sea,
But mah heart will evir be
At hame in dear auld Ulster,
Wi mah ain fowk.

O' their absent ane they're tellin
The auld fowk by the fire:
And ah mark the swift tears wellin
As the ruddy flame leaps high'r.
How the mither wud caress me,
Were ah but by her side:
Now she prays that Heav'n will bless me.
Tho' the stormah seas divide.
And it's oh! but ah am longin
Fur mah ain fowk,

Tho' they be but lowly,
Puir and plain fowk.
Ah am far beyond the sea,
But mah heart will evir be
At hame in dear auld Ulster.
Wi' mah ain fowk

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