My Ain Folk - Jenny Watson Far frae my hame I wander; But still my thoughts return To my ain folk o'er 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 hame 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 hame in dear auld Scotland, wi' my ain folk. A bonnie lassie's greetin' Tho' she tries tae stay the tears And sweet will be our meeting After many weary years So my fond arms shall enfold ye As I called ye here for mine Still abides the call I told ye In the days of auld lang syne 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 soon again I'll be, At hame in dear auld Scotland, wi' my ain folk.