An’ t’ sūn o’ love cūm glentin through,
To shine on thee an’ me.”
But Mary lean’t her sinkin heid
Ageàn my heavin’ breist
“Tūrn roond,” she said, “an’ say asteed,
What reads t’e here i’ t’ East;
For t’ East’s mair sure to guide us reet,
If dark an’ coald it be;
It’s liker life—nor that reid leet—
To Mary Ray an’ thee.”