A Farewell to Erin
an hour is a lang, lang time
when sweet it is remembered
a tune that fill’d the mountain pass
the moment that we enter’d
Though devious pleasures can be sought
and certus there are plenty
I’m happier with a single thought
happier far wi’ twenty
the weary warld is owre too sma’
the seasons mair the pity
A smile o’glee and enchantment
amidst the dole dank city
A poets blessed wi’many things
but canny count on money
nae spoken word within ma dream
I wish tae take that journey
Now the transient tune must fade
and memories live to ponder
to tap the well of life’s long spring
and lea’e us free tae wonder