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Show IT CALLS ME BACK AGAIN You'll find the sons of Scotland all the world o'er. To exercise the will God gave man, he was forced to leave his native shore. And seek some distant land where freedom and liberty shine; Where the welfare of humanity is ever on the climb. Ye worthy sons of Scotland, your fate I often mourn. But we're not all gifted with that grace that noble power to turn. Yon heather hills and crystal streams and bonnie lochs and glens , They left a deep impression in my heart. Tt calls me back again. Many hours I've spent my Inn. when memories call me bark tae my native na-tive hame. Neighbors around for miles I ken't. we them many a jovial time I've spent. The social times we held the gither, we sang and danced we an anither The saugs ve sung was surely grand Jacobite and our auld native sangs. Wo sang of the brave and tmeful clans, with Bruce and Wallace' fought. j Their great achievement for such a noble cause, shall never be rorgot. Their memories will forever cherish as long the dew falls on the heather. hea-ther. And. the Laverock voice inthrills the glens. It surely calls me back again. The pipes we played, the sangs we sung, as from our parties we toddled tod-dled hame. Stars in the cast were growing dim. Soon anither day would be ushered usher-ed in. We sang A' the Airts the Wind can Blaw, and Bonnie Charley is Ne' A Wa Scenes on earth with Heaven compare, com-pare, when we sang and played the Scotish airs. Nature's artist, most enthusiastic got to Scotland he designed some bonnie spots, Ase the eye surveys the mind bestows be-stows with those rich enchantments enchant-ments to behold. She clad her hills we bonnie heather whare love and harmony dwelt the gither. The happy times I've spent in yon glens. Ah, I hear tliem call me back again. J. Boyter |
