But what-for say they’re wide away, or sunder’t far abreed?
When, weel I wat, it’s waur be that, the feck hae lang been deid.
Aih me! aih me! aul’ Lockerbie, my heart sinks cauld an’ wae
At the doolfu’ thocht o’ changes wrocht sin I speel’t Mount Ulzie’s brae;
But aye I’m fain to see’t again, an’ aye I hope an’ pray
To rest a wee at Lockerbie afore I’m ca’t away.
YAN O’ T’ ELECT.
