My ain Fireside

I ha'e seen great anes, and sat in great ha's,

Mang lords and fine ladies a' cover'd wi' braws;

At feasts made for princes, wi' princes I've been,

Whare the grand shine o' splendour has dazzled my een;

But a sight sae delightfu', I trow, I ne'er spied,

As the bonnie blythe blink o' mine ain fireside.

My ain fireside, my ain fireside,

O cheery's the blink o' mine ain fireside.

My ain fireside, my ain fireside,

O there's nought to compare wi' ane's ain fireside.

Ance mair, gude be thanket, round my ain heartsome ingle,

Wi' the friends o' my youth I cordially mingle;

Nae forms to compel me to seem wae or glad,

I may laugh when I'm merry, and sigh when I'm sad.

Nae falsehood to dread, and nae malice to fear,

But truth to delight me, and friendship to cheer;

Of a' roads to happiness ever were tried,

There's nane half so sure as ane's ain fireside.

My ain fireside, my ain fireside,

O there's nought to compare wi' ane's ain fireside.

When I draw in my stool on my cosey hearthstane,

My heart loups sae light I scarce ken't for my ain;

Care's down on the wind, it is clean out o' sight,

Past troubles they seem but as dreams of the night.

I hear but kend voices, kend faces I see,

And mark saft affection glent fond frae ilk e'e;

Nae fleetchings o' flattery, nae boastings of pride,

'Tis heart speaks to heart at ane's ain fireside.

My ain fireside, my ain fireside,

O there's nought to compare wi' ane's ain fireside.