“Linquenda tellus et domus.” – CAR. II., 14.
YE’RE agein’, Tammy, agein’ fast,
The season o’ your strength is past;
Ye’re white but whaur ye’re bauld;
The footmarks o’ the craw are seen
Aboot the corners o’ your een –
Ye’re auld, my frien’, ye’re auld!
There’s some that on life’s mornin’ road
Fall in their glorious strength,
An’ some, like you, that bear the load
O’ life the weary length;
But hame still, the same still,
We’ve a’ to find oor way;
What maitter tho’ later
Or earlier in the day?
–
Tammy, ye’ve lived to be a laird,
Ye awn a stane house, an’ a yaird
Wi’ fruit trees on your wa’;
Ye keep a powny, an’ ye’ve kye,
Ye’ve siller i’ the bank forbye –
Ye’ll need to leave it a’!
What need ye, then, to strive an’ strain,
An’ fret your saul wi’ care,
To gaither gain an’ treasure gain
A’ for a spendthrift heir?
He’s waitin’, like Satan,
But if he ance win in,
He’ll dance throu’t, an’ prance throu’t,
An’ scatter’t a’ like sin!
