Lang your love has made me fain,
Tak me—tak me for your ain.
'Cross the Frith, away they glide,
Young Donald and his Lowland bride.
Tak me—tak me for your ain.
'Cross the Frith, away they glide,
Young Donald and his Lowland bride.
THE YEAR THAT'S AWA.
O here's to the year that's awa,
We'll drink it in strong and in sma';
And here's to ilk bonny young lassie we lo'ed,
In the days o' the year that's awa.
We'll drink it in strong and in sma';
And here's to ilk bonny young lassie we lo'ed,
In the days o' the year that's awa.
O here's to the soldier wha bled,
To the sailor wha bravely did fa';
Their fame is on high tho' their spirits have fled
On the wings of the year that's awa.
To the sailor wha bravely did fa';
Their fame is on high tho' their spirits have fled
On the wings of the year that's awa.
O here's to the friend we can trust
When the storms of Adversity blaw;
May they join in our sorrow and be nearest our hearts,
Nor depart like the year; that's awa.
When the storms of Adversity blaw;
May they join in our sorrow and be nearest our hearts,
Nor depart like the year; that's awa.
