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CAMERON'S WELCOME HAME.

THIS song was written to the Highland air bearing that name, and is harmonized by Smith in the sixth volume of the Scottish Minstrel.

O STRIKE your harp, my Mary,

Its loudest, liveliest key,

An' join the sounding correi

In its wild melody;

For burn, an' breeze, an' billow,

Their sangs are a' the same,

And every waving willow

Soughs "Cameron's welcome hame."

O list yon thrush, my Mary,

That warbles on the pine,

His strain, sae light an' airy,
Accords in joy wi' thine;

The lark that soars to heaven,

The sea-bird on the faem,

Are singing, frae morn till even,

Brave" Cameron's welcome hame."

D'ye mind, my ain dear Mary,

When we hid in the tree,

An' saw our Auchnacarry

All flaming fearfully?

The fire was red, red glaring,
An' ruefu' was the scene,

An' aye you cried, despairing,
My father's ha's are gane!

I said, my ain dear Mary,

D'ye see yon cloud sae dun,

That sails aboon the carry,

An' hides the weary sun?

Behind yon curtain dreary,
Beyond, and far within,

There's Ane, my dear wee Mary,

Wha views this deadly sin.

He sees this waefu' reaving,

The rage o' dastard knave,

He saw our deeds of bravery,
And He'll reward the brave.
Though all we had was given
For loyalty an' faith,

I still had hopes that Heaven
Would right the hero's skaith.

The day is dawn'd in heaven
For which we a' thought lang;
The good, the just, is given
To right our nation's wrang.
My ain dear Auchnacarry,

I hae thought lang for thee;
O sing to your harp, my Mary,
An' sound its bonniest key!

OH-HON, OH RIGH!

Is a trivial song, written to a simple Gaelic air of a cross It is harmonized by Smith.

measure.

OH-HON, Oh righ! there's something wanting,

Oh-hon, oh righ! I'm weary;

For nae young, blithe, or bonny lad

Comes o'er the knowe to cheer me.

When the day

Wears away,

Sad I look adown the valley;

Ilka sound

Wi' a stound

Sets my heart a-thrilling.

When I see the plover rising,

Or the curlew wheeling,

Then I trow some bonny lad

Is coming to my shieling.

Why should I

Sit and sigh,

While the greenwood blooms sae bonny?

Laverocks sing,

Flowerets spring

A' but me are cheery.

My wee cot is blest and happy

O'tis neat and cleanly!

Sweet the brier that blooms beside

Kind the heart that's lanely!

Come away,

Dinna stay,

Herd, or hind, or boatman laddie

I hae now

Kid an' ewe,

Goud an' gear to gain ye.

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