Classic Poem

Fayreweele ye bonye hoouse, fayreweele!
Lange wals I fayne to bidde inn ye,
Butte I mun gange farre, farre awa,
Acrosse ye meikle saltye sea,—
Quharre wylde beastis roare inn forestis darke—
Quharre feyrce men elephantis da ryde,
And gouden ringis and dymondis bryghte
Bedecke ye ankels o' ye bryde.

Fayreweele ye freendis aboutte mee heire,
Ane sadde fayreweele tae ane and a',
Ills thynke on ye quhanne farre abrodde—
Quhanne in ye hoouse o' wudden wa';
Ills neuer forgette yeere faices fayre,
Thoch ye maye earlye forgette mee;
And styll I leeve myne hearte atte hayme,
Thoch I bee farre acrosse ye sea.

Fayreweele! ye salte tearre drownis myne e'e,
And sayre, sayre is myne burnyn hearte;
I'm wae ta flitte awa frae ye,
I'm wae ta thynke thatte wee mun parte:
Butte fortunne biddis mee no ta pyne,
And sayis I wille returne againe;
Quhanne I ha'e mayde somme suller coyne,
Thatte I canne blythelee ca' myne ayne.