Hame - The Tannahill Weavers

Wild birks on the craggy scaur

A gurley blaw steirs an ootby shaw

As the land birst hurls wi' braisant gowl

Ower the foreland by the haugh

Bluid red is the sun’s doonfa'

Loud and bardy the curlew’s ca'

Ower the blackness o' the sea

As the wee boats drift awa'

The kittle wind amang the heather bells

The bonnie bird that sings its lanely sel'

The crimson forenicht 'mang the briar

Ca' me hame, hame, hame

Tae the westlins the nicht’s at haun

The day’s last gaitherins linger thrawn

Then like snaw bree whippert slees awa'

Till the blin oors afore us staun

Through the daurknin the tourocks rise

The drumly waters o' nicht fleit by

Tae its benmaist bank the boatie rows

Where gorlin day afore us lies

The still o' nicht, the flooer stapt breeze that blaws

And by the greeshoch jinkin shadows fa'

The fleckit moon that floods the bracken

Ca' me hame, hame, hame

Gentle, gentle, the loom o' morn

Straiks yestreen frae the gowden corn

Ower the kelterin knowes the keek o' day

Smoors the hinmaist blinterin staurn

High oot ower the emerant howes

A gangrel deer through the balloch dows

Fairmers rise tae share the field

Wi' the moorhen and the drow

The brattlin burn that’s burlin ower the braes

The tousled whin that on the laggin lays

The cuttie rins athwart the loanin

Ca’s me hame, hame, hame