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, 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' aye you cried, despairing, 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, 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, I still had hopes that Heaven The day is dawn'd in heaven I hae thought lang for thee; 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. |