The Auld Folks | |
The auld folks sit by the fire, | |
When the winter nichts are chill; | |
The auld wife she plies her wire, | |
The auld man he quaffs his yill. | |
An’ meikle an’ lang they speak | |
O’ their youthful days gane by, | |
When the rose it was on the cheek, | |
An’ the pearl was on the eye! | |
They talk o’ their bairnies’ bairns, | |
They talk o’ the brave and free, | |
They talk o’ their mountain cairns, | |
An’ they talk o’ the rolling sea— | |
An’ meikle lang they speak | |
O’ their youthful days gane by, | |
When the rose it was on the cheek, | |
An’ the pearl it was on the eye. | |
They talk o’ their friends lang gane, | |
An’ the tear draps blin’ their e’e; | |
They talk o’ the cauld kirk stane | |
Where sune they baith maun be. | |
Yet each has had their half | |
O’ the joys o’ this fitful sphere, | |
So, whiles the auld folk laugh, | |
An’ whiles they drap a tear! | |
Англичан ногӧн гижис
Andrew Park
Andrew Park