There’s No Home

Then fare weel ye banks o’ Sicily,

Fare ye weel ye valley an’ shaw.

There’s nae Jock will mourn the kyles o’ ye.

Puir bliddy bastards are weary.

And fare weel ye banks o’ Sicily,

Fare ye weel ye valley an’ shaw.

There’s nae hame can smo’er the wiles o’ ye.

Puir bliddy bastards are weary.

from The Highland Division’s Farewell to Sicily
by Hamish Henderson