Scripture Verse

Introduction

Origin of the Song

Many years ago John Mac­duff and his young bride left Scot­land on a sail­ing ves­sel for Am­eri­ca, there to seek their for­tune.

After tar­ry­ing a few weeks in New York they went on West, where they were suc­cess­ful in ac­cu­mu­lat­ing a good com­pe­tence. By and by the wife’s health be­gan to fail. The anx­ious hus­band said that he feared she was home­sick.

John, she re­plied, I am wea­ry­ing for my ain coun­trie; will you not take me to the sea, that I may see the ships sail­ing to the home­land once more?

Her hus­band’s heart was moved with com­pas­sion. In a few weeks he sold their West­ern home and took his wife East to a plea­sant lit­tle cot­tage by the sea, whose fur­ther shore broke on the rocks that line the coast of Scot­land.

She would oft­en sit and gaze wist­ful­ly at the ships sail­ing from the bay, one af­ter an­oth­er dis­ap­pear­ing be­low the ho­ri­zon on their way to her ain coun­trie. Al­though she ut­tered no com­plaint, it was evi­dent that she was slow­ly pin­ing away. John was afraid that she would die in a for­eign land; and as an ef­fort to save her he sold his New Eng­land home, and took her back across the ocean.

She was speed­ily re­co­vered by the keen mount­ain air, the sight of pur­ple heath­er, nod­ding blue­bells, and hedge­rows white with frag­rant haw­thorn blos­soms in bon­nie Scot­land, her own dear na­tive land. To her it was home. And there is no sweet­er word in any lang­uage than home!
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At an ear­ly age [Ma­ry De­ma­rest] lost her mo­ther and was left in charge of a Scot­tish nurse, from whom she learned some­thing of the Scot­tish dia­lect. And her grand­fa­ther, a na­tive of Scot­land, had oft­en sung lit­tle Ma­ry to sleep with Scot­tish lul­la­bies…

At the age of 23, Mary Lee wrote this im­mor­tal po­em, af­ter hear­ing the sto­ry of John Mac­duff and his wife, and pub­lished it first in The New York Ob­ser­ver.

Sankey, pp. 193–95