This text comes from The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
Frae the friends and land I love,
Driven by Fortune's felly spite,
Frae my best belov'd I rove,
Never mair to taste delight.
Never mair maun hope to find
Ease frae toil, relief frae care,
When remembrance wrecks 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 banish'd hame again;
And ilk loyal, bonie lad
Cross the seas and win his ain.