An’ gloomy faces stare, weans,
Wi’ looks o’ wan despair, weans,
Upon me ilka where,
Frae the land o’ the leal.
III.
Then bend your little broos, weans,
An’ hing your bonny moos, weans,
An’ hear my blessed news,
Frae the land o’ the leal.
That thegither we may meet, weans,