MAGGIE, I ken that ye are happed in glory
An nane can gar ye greet;
The joys o Heeven are evermair afore ye,
It's licht aboot 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 duil seems mair nor dooble
I'll need to dae my best,
For aye ye teuk the hauf o ilka trouble,
An noo I'd hae ye rest.
Yer hert'll be the same hert since yer flittin,
Gin auld love disna tire,
Sae dinna leuk 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; an on ilk December
There waits a New Year yet,
An naething bides but what oor he'rts remember-
Maggie, ye'll na forget?