The hearth is nae mair noo,

The centre o' glee,

Nae mair for the bairnies the bield it has been,

Och hey, for bonny Kinreen!

The auld folk, the young folk, the wee anes, an' a',

A hunder years' hame birds are harried awa',

Are harried an' hameless, whatever winds blaw,

Och hey, Kinreen o' the Dee! &c.

Fareweel my auld pleugh lan',

I'll never mair pleugh it: