It mak’s me dowie the news I hear
That ye’re no comin’ oot this year;
They tell me that ye’re gaun tae steer
For Lunnon toon:
Losh, man, I’ll miss ye sair I fear
No’ comin’ doon.
But gif I’m spared wi’ health ava,
A holiday, or may be twa,
I’ll tak’ an’ come tae see ye a’,
An’ bide a’ nicht;