Andy M. Stewart

Being on one bright March morning
I bid New Orleans adieu
And I took the road to Jackson Town
My fortune to renew
I cursed all foreign money
no credit...

I'm wearin' awa',
Jean Like snaw-wreaths in thaw,
Jean, I'm wearin' awa'
To the land o' the leal.
There 's nae sorrow there,
Jean, There 's neither ca...

Late in the evening when the gloamin' comes down
It's deep in the country
I'll be When all the wild creatures and all sensible men
Are seekin' their b...

As I came in by Auchindoun
A little wee bit frae the town
When to the Highlands I was bound
To view the Haughs of Cromdale
I met a man in tartan trews...

Ca'the yowes to the knowes,
Ca' them where the heather grows,
Ca' them where the burnie rowes,
My bonie Dearie.
Hark the mavis' e'ening sang,
Sounding...

When o'er the hill the eastern star
Tells bughtin time is near, my jo,
And owsen frae the furrow'd field
Return sae dowf and weary
O; Down by the burn...

It was a' for our rightfu'
King We left fair
Scotland's strand;
It was a' for our rightfu'
King We e'er saw
Irish land, my dear,
We e'er saw
Irish lan...

At market day in Huntley toon, twas there I did agree,
 Wi' Bogieside, the fairmer, a sax-month for tae fee.
 Noo Bogie wis a surly carle, and I did k...

Pity the fate of a poor 
Irish stranger, 
That wanders so far from his home, 
That sighs for protection from want, woe, and danger, 
That knows not fr...