Poets' Corner
Wae's me, for my heart is breaking !
I think on my brithers sma,
And on my sister greeting,
When I cam frae hame awa;
And, oh ! how my mother sobbit,
As she took me by the hand,
When I left the door o' our auld house
To come to this stranger land !
There's nae place like our ain hame,
Oh ! I wish that I was there !
There's nae hame like our ain hame,
To be met wi' ony where !
And oh ! that I was back again.
To our farm and fields so green,
And hoard the tongues o' my ain folk,
And was what I hae been !
Notes
From the Hobart Town Newspaper The Tasmanian Colonist 28 Nov 1908 p. 11.
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