| lyric | Ref.: Westering home, and a song in the air,
Light in the eye, and it’s goodbye to care;
Laughter o’ love, and a welcoming there;
Isle of my heart, my own one.
1. Tell me o’ lands o’ the Orient gay!
Speak o’ the riches and joys o’ Cathay!
Eh, but it’s grand to be wakin’ ilk day
To find yourself nearer toIsla.
2. Where are the folk like the folg o’ the West?
Canty and couthy and kindly, the best;
There I would hie me, and there I would rest
At home wi’ my ain folk in Isla. |