An Exile's Lament

by James Wheatley
(Sudbury Suffolk)

AN EXILE'S LAMENT

Oh! My bonny bonny Scotland
Seems so far awa' frae me,
And it makes me feel so lonely
Wish I could come hame fer tea!

As that feeling comes upon me
I can barely hold a tear,
For my Scotland I'm a thinking
How I wish that you were near.

Yellow broom and purple heather
Flow like rivers in ma heed,
So you know what I'm a dreaming
When at rest upon ma bed.

Soon I will come home to Scotland
She is bonded through ma soul
It's my home; it's where ma heart is,
And together we'll grow old!

JW 2004