How can I view my once lov'd home
And think in days gone by
Think on the happy hours I spent
Without a heavy sigh
Twas there I spent my infant days
And all my youthful years
But flimston now alas to me
A foreign land appears
Where is that charming hazel bower
Where oft I sat me down
'Tis all destroy'd the spot alas
To me is now unknown
There oft I sat with heartfelt joy
To view the flowery mead
The sturdy oak the verdant fields
In spring's first bloom array'd
There oft I heard the feather'd train
In sweet harmonious song
Whilst hopping on from spray to spray
Their Maker's praise prolong
Whenc'ere I view the verdant fields
And gently purling stream
Not present but past pleasures now
Must be my joyless theme
I sought the winding path in vain
That led me to the bower
Where I a stranger quite to care
Spent many a happy hour
Within my Father's garden now
I seek alas in vain
The flowering shrubs that fenc'd it round
Not one of them remain
Where's now my Father's humble cot
Where I so oft enjoy'd
Sweet converse with my parents dear
Tis now alas destroy'd
Dear flimston fare thee well adieu
Since all I lov'd in thee
Are borne off on the stream of time
Thou hast no charm for me
One wish I feel and only one
One boon I humbly crave
That I may be when life's no more
Laid in my Father's grave.