Westering Home

Light in the eye, and it's goodbye to care.

Laughter o' love, and a welcoming there,

Isle of my heart, my own one.

Tell me o' lands o' the Orient gay,

Speak o' the riches and joys o' Cathay;

Eh, but it's grand to be wakin' ilk day

To find yourself nearer to Isla.

Where are the folk like the folk o' the west?

Canty, and couthy, and kindly, the best.