I 've wandered east, I 've wandered west, Through mony a weary way; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day!

'T was then we luvit ilk ither weel, 'T was then we twa did part: Sweet time-sad time! twa bairns at scule- Twa bairns and but ae heart.

And we, with Nature's heart in tune, Concerted harmonies.

Mournfully, oh, mournfully, The midnight wind doth sigh, Like some sweet plaintive melody Of ages long gone by.