ORIGINAL POETRY.

Southland Times, Issue 667, 8 May 1867, Page 3

ORIGINAL POETRY.

SONG— THE ATJLD COTJffTEIE. By John Gk Smith. How's a' the folk at home, i' the Auld Countrie ? Are their leal hearts aye the same,, i' the Auld Countrie ? Do the flowers as sweetly blaw Bound ilka cot an' ha', Ab when when I left them a', i' the Auld Countrie ? la my hame the hame o' yore, i' the Auld Countrie, *Mang the green wuds o' Lintore, i' the Auld Countrie? ■ ■ Are the rowan trees aye there, Wi' their blossoms white an' fair, An' their berries rich an' rare, i' the Auld Countrie? Do the faces beam as bricht, i' the Auld Countrie, Bound the winter ingles licht, i' the Auld Countrie ? Do the daffin an' the glee Yet ring as loud an' free As afore I crossed the sea, frae the Auld Countrie ? Does the-burnie jouk alang, i' the Auld Countrie, Aa' crown its e'enin' sang, i' the Auld Countrie ? Do the lasses bleach their claes On the bonny flowery braes, I' the lang lang simmer days, i' the Auld Countrie ? Oh! mony a tear was Bhed, i' the Auld Countrie, An* mony a heart was sad, i' the Auld Countrie, A mother's sigh was there, A father's partin' prayer, "When I left my hame sac fair, i' the Auld Countrie. I will see nae mair the knowes, o' the Auld Countrie, The bonny hichs an' howes, o' the Auld Countrie ; The rocky mountain fell, The gowan-spangled dell, "Wfiere tne fwriea loved to dwell, i' the Auld Countrie. tTntended by the fiers, i' the Auld Countrie, j TJneorrowed by their tears, i' the Auld Countrie j | "When the dreams o' life ha'e fled, j I will lay my weary head, Far frae my kindred dead, i' the Auld Countrie. :