An' let them wander at their will;
So may his flock increase, an' grow
To scores o' lambs, an' packs o' woo'! wool
‘Tell him he was a Master kin',
An' aye was guid to me an' mine;
An' now my dying charge I gie him, give
My helpless lambs, I trust them wi' him.
‘O bid him save their harmless lives
Frae dogs, an' tods, an' butchers' knives! foxes
But gie them guid cow-milk their fill,