nithsdale's wele hame
the noble maxwells and their powers
are ing o'er the border,
and they'll gae big terreagles' towers
ahem a' in order.
and they decre terreagles fair,
for their abode they choose it;
there's no a heart in a' the nd
but's lighter at the news o't.
tho' stars in skies may disappear,
and angry tempests gather;
the happy hour may soon be near
that brings us pleasaher:
the weary night o' care and grief
may hae a joyfu' morrow;
so dawning day has brought relief,
fareweel ht o' sorrow.