And it's westering home, and a song in the air
Light in the eye, and it's goodbye to care
Laughter o' love and a welcomin' there
Isle o' me heart, my own land.
Tell me o' lands o' the Orient gay,
Sing o' the riches and joys o' Cathay
Man! But it's grand to awaken each day
And find yourself nearer to Isla.
Wha' are the folks like the folks o' the west?
Canty an' couthy an' kind to the best
There I would lay me and there I would rest
At home wi' my ain folks at Isla.