THERE'S nae hame like the hame o' youth— Nae ither spot sae fair: Nae ither faces look sae kind As the smilin' faces there. An' I ha'e sat by monie streams— Ha'e travell'd monie ways; But the fairest spot on the earth to me Is on bonnie Ordé Braes. An ell-lang wee thing there I ran Wi' the ither neebor bairns, To pu' the hazel's shinin' nuts, An' to wander 'mang the ferns; An' to feast on the bramble-berries brown, An' gather the glossy slaes By the burnie's side; an' aye sinsyne I ha'e lov'd sweet Ordé Braes. The memories o' my father's hame, An' its kindly dwellers a', O' the friends I lov'd wi' a young heart's love, Ere care that heart cou'd thraw, Are twined wi' the stanes o' the silver burn, An' its fairy crooks an' bays, That onward sang 'neath the gowden broom Upon bonnie Ordé Braes. Aince in a day there were happy hames By the bonnie Ordé's side:— Nane ken how meikle peace an' love In a straw-roof'd cot can bide. But thae hames are gane, an' the hand'o' time The roofless wa's doth raze;— Laneness an' sweetness hand in hand Gang ower the Ordé Braes. O! an' the sun were shinin' now, An' O! an' I were there, Wi' twa three friends o' auld langsyne My wanderin' joy to share! For, though on the hearth o' my bairnhood's hame The flock o' the hills doth graze, Some kind hearts live to love me yet Upon bonnie Ordé Braes.
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