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Maggie, I ken that ye are happ'd in glory / And nane can gar ye greet; / The joys o' Heaven are evermair afore ye, / It's licht about yer feet.
I ken nae waefu' thochts can e'er be near ye / Nor sorrow fash yer mind, / In yon braw place they winna let ye weary / For him ye left behind.
Thae nichts an' days when dule seems mair nor double / I'll need to dae my best, / For aye ye took the half o' ilka trouble, / And noo I'd hae ye rest.
Yer he'rt'll be the same he'rt since yer flittin', / Gin auld love doesna tire, / Sae dinna look an' see yer lad that's sittin' / His lane aside the fire.
The sky is keen wi' dancin' stars in plenty, / The New Year frost is strang; / But, O my lass! because the Auld Year kent ye / I'm sweir to let it gang!
But time drives forrit; and on ilk December / There waits a New Year yet, / An naething bides but what our he'rts remember -- / Maggie, ye'll na forget?