Ance mair, Heaven be praised, round my ain heart-some ingle,
Wi’ the friends o’ my youth, I cordially mingle;
Nae force now upon me to seem wae or glad,
I may laugh when I’m merry, and sigh when I’m sad.
Chorus.—My ain fireside. &c.
Nae falsehood to dread, nae malice to fear,
But truth to delight me, and kindness to cheer;
O’ a’ the roads to pleasure that ever were tried,
There’s nane half so sure as ain’s ain fireside.
Chorus.—My ain fireside. &c.