My Ain Folk

Far frae my hame I wander, 
but still my thoughts return 
To my ain folk ower yonder, 
in the sheiling by the burn.

I see the cosy ingle, 
and the mist abune the brae: 
And joy and sadness mingle, 
as I list some auld-warld lay.

And it's oh! 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 home in dear auld Scotland, 
wi' my ain folk.

0' their absent ane they're telling
The auld folk by the fire:
And I mark the swift tears welling
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,
Tho' the stormy seas divide.

And it's oh! 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 home in dear auld Scotland, 
wi' my ain folk.	

(My Ain Folk)	
Few emigrants there were in days gone by 
who did not yearn to be with loved ones 
left behind in Scotland, without hope 
of ever seeing them again.