THE LABORER'S FIRESIDE SONG.

Southland Times, Issue 654, 8 April 1867, Page 3

THE LABORER'S FIRESIDE SONG.

I By Johit &. &m.Tßir : V;U

Air?—" There's nae luck about .the House." While Mary sits upon her .stool;* „ , J ' An'mends the bairniss'clae^— --= — And. Jannie in the corner creeps,' i An'-wi'the kitlin plays ; - ; - An' Jeesikie is at my fit, j An'Jeaniue on my knee; : IWe'll rhyme and Hit scanty sang j Wi' richt gude will an', glee. | ■ ! When we come hame at c'en, my j ' . .... ... i;N.- -j.-fiaendß,-....-.... ■ ; i •■•-■-- "VTHeri we come hame at e'en;] ■ Let guileless, mirth smile round j .i ■ heartb, ■•'■•'- •■■ : When we come hame at e'en. ;What tho* our fare be puir and scant, j Our^laes/beihin an';barej .:•. .;,' ; What tho' we're often doomed to thole i 'The'hand oVcankert care — . ' ;Tho' grief sits:hea\y pn; our heart, T; ; An' life's cauld winds may blaw, When lore lowes brichtly in our hearts, We soon forget them a' When we come hame at .c'en, my friends, When we come hame at c'en, For hearts are there our waes .to • 'share, ' -'■ ; il - When we come hame at e'en. The simmer sun nae doubt is lang, ; Our toils are dreich anf sair; . • Sut when around our blithe hearth stane, We.think on them na' mair.; Our wifie smiles, our bairnies play, A blitliesome sicht to see; • . ' ; • An' gladness loups in ilka heart, An' glents fra ilka cc' When we come' hame at c'en, my friends, When we come hame at e'en. Its sweet to daiit wi' wife an' wean, When we come hame at e'eni What signify, ye warldly carles,: Yere grandeur and yere gear — They ne'er can buy the happiness; That blinks sac brichtly here. The pelf that's scrapit in wi' care May swiftly flee awa'. May sweet content wi' what is sent Be aye the pair man's iaV .' , When he comes hame at c'en, my friends, When he comes hame at e'en. A king ken's naething o' the bliss O' comin' hame at e'en.