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Greitna, father, that I'm gauin, / For fu' well ye ken the gaet; / I' the winter, corn ye're sawin, / I' the hairst again ye hae't.
I'm gauin hame to see my mither; / She'll be weel acquant or this!
Sair we'll muse at ane anither / 'Tween the auld word an' new kiss!
Love I'm doobtin may be scanty / Roun ye efter I'm awa: / Yon kirkyard has happin plenty / Close aside me, green an' braw!
An' abune there's room for mony; / 'Twasna made for ane or twa, / But was aye for a' an' ony / Countin love the best ava.
There nane less ye'll be my father; / Auld names we'll nor tyne nor spare!
A' my sonship I maun gather / For the Son is king up there.
Greitna, father, that I'm gauin, / For ye ken fu' well the gaet!
Here, in winter, cast yer sawin, / There, in hairst, again ye hae't!