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For fame and for fortune, I wandered the earth, And now I've come back to The land of my birth. I've brought back my treasures, But only to find, They're less than the pleasures I first left behind.
For these are my mountains And this is my glen The braes of my childhood, Will know me again No land's ever claimed me, Tho' far I did roam For these are my mountains And I'm going home.
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The burn by the road sings, At my going by The whaup averhead head wings With welcoming cry The loch were the scart flies At last I can see It's here where my heart lies It's here I'll be free Chorus
Kind faces will greet me And welcome me in And how they will greet me My ain kith and kin This night round the ingle Old sangs will be sung At last I'll be hearing My ain mother tongue Chorus
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Greenlaw Mountain, Bayside, New Brunswick (Picture taken from the U.S. side of the St. Croix River)
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