Bith gleidhteach air do dhea ainm,
Ach na bith duinte ’s na bith fuar;
Na labhair fòs air neach gu olc,
’S ged labhras ort, na taisbean fuath.
Na bith gearannach fo chrois,
Falbh socair le cupan làn;
Chaoidh dh’ an olc na tabhair spèis—
As le ’d bhrèid ort, mìle fàilt!
Whether with the sense of the above we have succeeded in catching anything of its quaint beauty and tenderness in the following lines, is for the reader to judge:—