An’ sent ya lang-droan glissenin’ ray
Across that dowly sea,
Like t’ promish of a happier day
To Mary Ray an’ me.
An’ “Sees t’e, Mary Ray,” I says,
“That lang low line o’ leet;—
It cūms to say oor leàter days
May yit be fair an’ breet,
An’ t’ cloods ’at darken owre us noo
May rive like yon we see,