Scottish Poetry Selection
- The Exile
The Exile
She surely raised her bairns well,
Taught us strength and pride,
Gave us love o' homeland,
But couldna' make us bide.
We set off young, we set off auld,
In search of pastures new
Yet, one by one, along life's way
Find little that would do.We have our homes, we make a life
On every foreign shore;
Choose a husband, find a wife,
And still we yearn for more.
To soothe a restless, aching heart
We chase another scheme,
Follow one more rainbow
Yet we never still the dreamAye, she let us go so easily
With never a backward look.
But...how could we know as we sailed or flew
Our heart was a baited hook,
With a line as long as we want it to be
To wherever we may roam,
Till...out of the blue, with one sharp tug
"Mother Scotland" reels us home.
Where else would you like to go in Scotland?
