My Ain Folk
Words - Wilfred Mills
Far frae my hame I wander,
But still my
thoughts return
To my ain folk ower yonder,
In the sheilling by the burn
I see the cosy ingle,
And
the mist abune the brae
And the joy and sadness
mingle,
As I list some auld-warld lay
And it's ohl 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 hame
in dear auld Scotland wi’ my ain folk
O'
their absent ane they're telling,
The auld folk
by the fire
And I mark the swift tears swelling,
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,
Though the stormy seas divide
And it's ohl 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 hame
in dear auld Scotland wi’ my ain folk
