The National Song Book - Online Music Book

250 Folk-songs, Carols, And Rounds with sheet music and lyrics

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	80
	OH! WHY LEFT I MY HAME?
	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.	3- 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.
	4- 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.