Long time, O Ewen, yes, long time,
Has dread disease foretold thy fate;
Now nigh Death’s door dost thou repine,
With no one to compassionate!
If unimproved the time has passed,
And many a crime been done therein,
Yet hope remains while life shall last,
O yet repent thee of thy sin!
If we believe thy word, O Death,
These lessons we shall ne’er let slip!