Travail´s turn brang me tae many a place
An´ all this wimplen´ way
Yont the lee lang nicht
Oh I mind on the days lang begane
Sae the mindin´ in yer heid
Unrowes afore yer een
Frae hours o´ sweet yestreen
Aye the ember deid in monie a heid
Fare ye well I´m pertin away
Aye the wind blaws our weird
Right amang yer staur
Yer een ance glancin´
Are noo doolfu´ and tired
O´ the wanderin´ hours
I say farewell tae the warld
Mind me weel
I say farewell tae the warld
Aye, it´s lane an´ cauld
And here is my interpretation:
[...] brought me to many places
And all these wimpling ways
Beyond the life-long (?) night
Oh I think about the olden days
So the thought in your head
Unrolls before your eyes
From hours of sweet […]
Yes, the ember died (the fire burnt out?)
In many heads
Farewell to you, I'm parting away
Yes, the wind blows our [...] (life?)
Right among your […] (staring? eyes?)
Your eyes once glancing
Are now doleful and tired
Of the wandering hours
I say farewell to the world
Remember me well
I say farewell to the world
Yes, it's long and cold
