The bonnie Earn’s clear winding still,
But the auld house is awa’.
The auld house, the auld house!
Deserted though ye be,
There ne’er can be a new house
Will seem sae fair to me.
Still flourishing the auld pear tree,
The bairnies liked to see;
And oh, how aften did they speir
When ripe they a’ wad be!