This text comes from The Book of Scottish Song, edited by Alexander Whitelaw, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
Oh! tell na me that this is hame,—
It is nae hame to me:
Ilk thing is fremit to my heart,
An' unco to my e'e.
If I could see the bonnie brume
On ilka sandy knowe;
An' the whins in a' their gowden pride,
On green hill sides that grow:
If I could see the primrose blume
In mony a hazel glen,
Whar linties chirp, and merles sing,
Far free the step o' men:
If I could see the morning sun
Glint owre the dewy corn,
While a thousan' laverocks in the sky
Are welcoming the morn:
If I could see the gowan spread
Its wee flowers on the lea,
An' the heather blume on the mountain bare,
And the ivy climb the tree:
If I could see the sunny kirk-yard,
Whar my frien's lie side by side,
And think that I could lay my banes
Beside them when I died:—
Then might I think that this was hame,
And gladly live and dee,
Nor feel this want at my heart's core,
My native land, for thee.