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Lizzie Borden's favorite poem and a beautiful song accompanied by lovely images in the video below:
An exile in her hometown of Fall River after the murders of her father and stepmother on August 4, 1892, Lizzie Borden had the poem's words engraved on the mantel of Maplecroft, the mansion she purchased after her acquittal in the trial of the century. She also directed that the first and fourth verses of "My Ain Countrie" be sung at her private wake following her death on June 1, 1927. "My Ain Countrie" is sometimes referred to as "Lizzie Borden's Hymn." Lyrics:
I am far frae my hame, an’ I’m weary aftenwhiles,
For the langed for hame bringin’, an’ my Father’s welcome smiles;
An’ I’ll ne’er be fu’ content, until mine een do see
The gowden gates o’ Heav’n an’ my ain countrie.
The earth is fleck’d wi’ flowers, mony tinted, fresh an’ gay
The birdies warble blithely, for my Faither made them sae:
But these sights an’ these soun’s will as naething be to me,
When I hear the angels singin’ in my ain countrie.
I’ve His gude word o’ promise that some gladsome day, the King
To His ain royal palace his banished hame will bring;
Wi’een an’ wi’ hert rinnin’ owre, we shall see
The King in His beauty, in oor ain countrie.
Sae little noo I ken, o’ yon blessèd, bonnie place
I only ken it’s Hame, whaur we shall see His face,
It wad surely be eneuch for ever mair to be
In the glory o’ His presence, in oor ain countrie.
He is faithfu’ that hath promised, an He’ll surely come again,
He’ll keep His tryst wi’ me, at what oor I dinnna ken;
But He bids me still to wait, an’ ready aye to be,
To gang at ony moment to my ain countrie.