Poems (Barbara White)/As I'm Thinking Dear Old Scotland of You

by Barbara White

As I'm Thinking Dear Old Scotland of You

 

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As I'm thinking dear old Scotland of you
  All the dear familiar scenes I seem to view,
I can see the heather bell growing there o'er hill and dell
  When I'm thinking dear old home of you;
I can see the daises grow midst the buttercups bright glow
  When I'm thinking dear old Scotland of you.

As I'm thinking dear old Scotland of you
  I can see the larks a soaring out of view,
I can hear them sing their song to the early rising morn,
  When I'm thinking dear old land of you;
I can here the curkoo's call to the blackbirds one and all
  When I'm thinking bounnie Scotland of you.

As I'm thinking dear old Scotland of you
  I can see the lanes we used to wander through,
I can see the waters glide where the Avon meets the Clyde
  When I'm thinking dear old place of you;
I can hear the pee weeps shrill as they duck from rill to rill
  When I'm thinking dear old home of you.

  To be sung at end of each verse.
As I'm thinking dear old Scotland of you
  And the dear folks who are always good and true,
*Though I'm on a foreign shore my dear homeland I adore
  And in fancy I'm in Scotland on the old home shore.

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