David Vedder (Дэвид Веддер)

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AIR--"Todlin' hame."

I neither got promise of siller nor land
With the bonnie wee darling who gave me her hand;
But I got a kind heart with my sweet blushing bride,
And that 's proved the bliss of my ain fireside.
    My ain fireside, my dear fireside,
    There 's happiness aye at my ain fireside!

Ambition once pointed my view towards rank,
To meadows and manors, and gold in the bank:
'Twas but for an hour; and I cherish with pride
My sweet lovely flower at my ain fireside.
    My ain fireside, my happy fireside,
    My Jeanie 's the charm of my ain fireside!

Her accents are music; there 's grace in her air;
And purity reigns in her bosom so fair;
She 's lovelier now than in maidenly pride,
Though she 's long been the joy of my ain fireside.
    My ain fireside, my happy fireside,
    There 's harmony still at my ain fireside!

Let the minions of fortune and fashion go roam,
I 'm content with the sweet, simple pleasures of home;
Though their wine, wit, and humour flow like a spring-tide,
What are these to the bliss of my dear fireside?
    My ain fireside, my cheerie fireside,
    There are pleasures untold at my ain fireside!

1. Song of the Scottish Exile
2. The Temple of Nature
3. There Is a Pang for Every Heart
4. The First of May
5. Jeanie's Welcome Hame

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