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Poem by Robert Nicoll

The Toun Where I Was Born

THE loch where first the stream doth rise
    Is bonniest to my e'e;
An' yon auld-warld hame o' youth
    Is dearest aye to me.
My heart wi' joy may up be heez'd
    Or down wi' sorrow worn:
But O! it never can forget
    The toun where I was born!

The lowly hames beside the burn,
    Where happy hearts were growin';
The peasant huts where, purely bright,
    The light o' love was flowin';
The wee bit glebes, where honest men
    Were toilin' e'en an' morn,Ч
Are a' before me, when I mind
    The toun where I was born.

O! there were bonnie faces there,
    An' hearts baith high an' warm,
That neebors loved, an' strained fu' sair
    To keep a friend frae harm.
Nae wealth had they; but something still
    They spared when ane forlorn,
The puir auld beggar bodie, ca'd,
    The toun where I was born.

The gray auld Plan was honour'd
    The matron's words were cherish'd
An' honesty in youthfu' hearts
    By age's words was nourish'd.
An' though e'en there we couldna get
    The rose without the thorn,
It was a happy, happy place,
    The toun where I was born.

Yon heather-theekit hames were blithe,
    When winter nights were lang,
Wi' spinnin' wheels, an' jokin' lads,
    An' ilka lassie's sang.
At Hansel-Monday we had mirth,
    An' when the hairst was shorn,
The maidens cam'Ч'twas cheerfu' aye,
    The toun where I was born.

I maist could greet, I am sae waeЧ
    The very wa's are ganeЧ
The autumn-shilfa sits an' chirps
    Upon ilk cauld hearthstane;
Ae auld aik-tree, or maybe twa,
    Amang the wavin' corn,
Is a' the mark that time has left
    O' the toun where I was born.

Robert Nicoll

Robert Nicoll's other poems:
  1. The Dominie
  2. We'll A' Go Pu' the Heather
  3. The Ha' Bible
  4. Youth's Dreams
  5. Our Auld Hearthstane

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