It's a sin ta be nivir furgeen
Ta yoke hur ta famine an stint;
So aw'l e'en travel forrud thru life,
Like a man thru a desert unknawn,
Aw mun ne'er hev a hoam an a wife,
Bud my sorras will all be my awn!
Soa aw' trudge on aloan as aw owt,
An whativir my troubles may be,
They'll be sweetened, my lass, wi' the thowt
That aw've nivir browt trouble ta thee;