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The palm-tree waveth high
And fair the myrtle springs. And to the Indian maid
The bulbul sweetly sings; But I dinna see the broom
Wi' its tassels on the lea, Nor hear the lintie's sang
O' my ain countrie.
Oh ! here no Sabbath bell
Awakes the Sabbath morn, Nor song of reapers heard
Amang the yellow corn : For the tyrant's voice is here
And the wail of slaverie ; Hut the sun of freedom shines
In my ain countrie.
There's a hope for every woe,
And a balm for every pain ; But the first joys of our heart
Come never back again. There's a track upon the deep
And a path across the sea, But the weary ne'er return
To their ain countrie.
H. 4868.
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