O MAY, thy morn was neer so sweet
As the mirk night o December!
For sparkling was the rosy wine,
And private was the chamber:
And dear was she I dare na name,
But I will aye remember:
And dear was she I dare na name,
But I will aye remember.
And heres to them that, like oursel,
Can push about the jorum!
And heres to them that wish us weel,
May a thats guid watch oer em!
And heres to them, we dare na tell,
The dearest o the quorum!
And heres to them, we dare na tell,
The dearest o the quorum.