Select Poetry. OUR AIR FOLK.

New Zealander, Volume 3, Issue 127, 18 August 1847, Page 4

Select Poetry. OUR AIR FOLK.

Oli ! I wish we were hame to our am folk, Our kind and our true-hearted am folk, Where the gentle nre leal, and the temple are weal, And the hames arc the hames o' our am folk, We'v« met witli the gay and the guide where we've come, We're courtly wi mony and couthy wi some ; But something's still wanting we never can find Since the day that we left oui auld neeborb behind. Oh ! I v ish we were hame to our am folk, Our kind and our tiuc-heaited am folk, Where dallin and glee w i' the friendly and free Made our hcai t3 aye sac fond o' our am folk. Some tauld us in goupw.s we'd gather tin- gear, Sac sooii as we came to the rich inailins heic ; But v,hat is in mailins, and what is.m.mirth, Gif they'ic no enjo; ed in the glen o' our birth. Oh ! I wish we viere hame to our am folk, Oui kind and oui true-htailed am folk, Where maidens and men, in the strath and the glen, hull u .'lcon^d vi aye ab their am folk. Thoujjh bi'iing had its trials, and simmer its toils, And autumn craved pith ere we gathered its spoils, Yet winter repaid a' the toil that we took, When ilk ane craw'd crouse at his am ingle-neuk. Then I wish we were hame to our am folk, Our kind and our true-hearted am folk ; But deep are the howes, and a3 heigh are the knowei, That keep us awa frae our am folk. The seat at the door, where our auld fathers sat To tell owre their news and their views and a' that, While down by the kail-yard the burnie rowed clear, In mair to my liking than aught that is here. Then I wish we were hame to our am folk, ( Our kind and true-heaited am folk, Where the wild thistles wave owre the beds o' the brave, And the graves are the graves o' our am folk. But happy gae lucky we'll trudge on our way, Till the arm waxes weak, and the haflfet grows grey ; And though in this warl' our am still w.« mi,, We'll meet them agin in a warl' o' bliss. And then we'll be hame to our »in folk, Our k'nd and 01 r true hearted am folk, Where, far 'yond the moon, in the Heaven aboon, The hames arc hames o' our am folk. — Thk Torch.