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Belyve, the elder bairns9 come drapping in, At service out, amang the farmers roun'; Some ca'10 the pleugh, some herd, some tentie rin A cannie errand to a neibor11 town: Their eldest hope, their Jenny, woman grown, In youthfu' bloom, love sparkling in her e'e, Comes hame, perhaps, to shew a braw new gown, Or deposit12 her sair-won penny-fee,13 To help her parents dear, if they in hardship be.

At e'en, whan darkness shrouds the sight, And lanely, langsome is the night, Wi' tentie care my pipes I 'll thraw, Play "A' the way to Gallowa'."

Belyve, the elder bairns come drapping in, At service out amang the farmers roun’: Some ca’ the pleugh, some herd, some tentie rin A cannie errand to a neebor town: Their eldest hope, their Jenny, woman grown, In youthfu’ bloom, love sparkling in her e’e, Comes hame, perhaps to shew a braw new gown, Or deposite her sair won penny-fee, To help her parents dear, if they in hardship be.

We’ve worn to crazy years thegither; We’ll toyte about wi’ ane anither; Wi’ tentie care I’ll flit thy tether, To some hain’d rig, Whare ye may nobly rax your leather, Wi’ sma’ fatigue.

The merry plough-boy cheers his team, Wi’ joy the tentie seedsman stalks; But life to me’s a weary dream, A dream of ane that never wauks.