Atweel the bouk were kindly folk, an’ some were gey an’ queer,
An’ whilk remain an’ whilk are gane I downa bide to spier.
My thochts oft flee to Lockerbie at midnicht’s waukrife hour,
An’ thickly flock aul’ mem’ries back wi’ heart up-heesing power,
An’ schulemates dear, an’ sweethearts fair, an’ frien’s o’ days lang fled,
I’ shadowy train appear again like phantoms roun’ my bed.
There was gude aul’ Jeanie Kennedy, an’ Jimmie Rule, the blin’,
Whase fiddle’s squeal we liket weel though’t had nae tune but yin,
Lizzie Dobie, Winnie Stobie, Nickie Scott an’ puir Jean Hine,
An’ aul’ John Kerr, a lamiter, a pawkie frien’ o’mine.