William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
The Scotch EmigrantThomas Muir (17651798)
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And bear the lingering vessels from the shore,
The shore beloved! beloved, alas! in vain,
Which these dim eyes, through tears, e’en yet explore.
Bound to each feeling are his native hills;
Yet when he flies them for a foreign strand,
Dire are his wrongs, and heavy are his ills.
And why preferr’d the horrors of the north?
Wise was their choice! for Freedom stalk’d sublime
On Clyde’s gay borders, and the banks of Forth.
Lovely the vale where proud Damascus towers;
Yet there, in blood-stain’d steel, the tyrant roves,
And just equality and right o’erpowers.
Rage in the tempest, madden in the wave—
And should brief man in imitation boil,
Where shall humanity her children save?
Who rear’d the standard of the rights of man,
Who in the desert pointed out the way
Where freeborn minds might live on Freedom’s plan.
Found the proud city by Ohio’s wave;
Where Freedom is, there is the patriot’s home;
Where Freedom is, there, also, dwell the brave.