After a computer crash I had to salvage what was left on my hard drive and I found this.
I have no idea who sent it to me or who wrote it so I am adding it here with the hope of finding out.
Of course this means I do not have permission to show this poem if you are the author and would rather it not be displayed here then please get in touch.
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She surely raised her bairns well
Taught them strength and pride
Gave us love o' homeland
But couldna make us bide
We set off young, we set of auld
In search of pastures new
Yet one by one, along life's way
Found little that would do.
We have oor homes, we make a life
On every foreign shore
Choose a husband, find a wife
And still we yearn for more
To soothe a restless, aching heart
We chase anither scheme
Follow one more rainbow
Yet we never still the dream.
Aye, she let us go sae easily
Wi' never a backward look
But… how could we know as we sailed or flew
Our heart was a baited hook
Wi' a line as long as we want it to be
To wherever we may roam
'Til… out o' the blue, wi' one sharp tug
'Mother' Scotland reels us home.
Mother Scotland
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