Allan Cunningham Poems
- 1. The Sun Rises Bright In France
The sun rises bright in France,
And fair sets he;
But he has tint the blythe blink he had
In my ain countree.
- 2. The Spring Of The Year
Gone were but the winter cold,
And gone were but the snow,
I could sleep in the wild woods
Where primroses blow.
- 3. Hame, Hame, Hame
Hame, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be-
O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countree!
When the flower is i' the bud and the leaf is on the tree,