Frae the friends and Land I love
Frae the friends and Land I love, Driv'n by Fortune's felly spite; Frae my best Beloved I rove, Never mair to taste delight. Never mair maun hope to find Ease frae toil, relief frae care: When Remembrance wracks the mind, Pleasures but unveil Despair. Brightest climes shall mirk appear, Desart ilka blooming shore; Till the Fates, nae mair severe, Friendship, Love and Peace restore. Till Revenge, wi' laurell'd head, Bring our Banished hame again; And ilk loyal, bonie lad Cross the seas, and win his ain.