Classic Poem

I've been a gangrel bodie, I've been to Sicilie,
and owre til Euboia wi the vines upon its howe,
bonnie Sparta on Eurotas whaur the rashes grow.
And aa the fowk in ilka place were guid to me.
But I'd nae rowth o pleasure for aa that I micht see.
Och, I'd suner be at hame in ma ain countrie.