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Doon cam the sunbeams, and up gaed the stour, / As we spangt ower the road at ten mile the hoor, / The horse wasna timmer, the cart wasna strae, / And little cared we for the burn or the brae.
We war young, and the hert in's was strang i' the loup, / And deeper in yet was the courage and houp; / The sun was gey aft in a clood, but the heat / Cam throu, and dried saftly the doon fa'en weet.
Noo, the horsie's some tired, but the road's nae sae lang; / The sun comes na oot, but he's no in a fang: / The nicht's comin on, but hame's no far awa; / We hae come a far road, but hae payit for a'.
For ane has been wi' us -- and sometimes 'maist seen, / Wha's cared for us better nor a' oor four e'en; / He's cared for the horsie, the man, and the wife, / And we're gaein hame to him for the rest o' oor life.
Doon comes the water, and up gangs nae stour; / We creep ower the road at twa mile the hoor; / But oor herts they are canty, for ane's to the fore / Wha was and wha is and will be evermore.