Good night, and joy be wi' ye a'
Good night, and joy be wi' ye a'
Your harmless mirth has cheer'd my heart;
May life's fell blasts out o'er ye blaw;
In sorrow may ye never part.
My spirit lives, but strength is gone,
The mountain fires now blaze in vain;
Remember, sons, the deeds I've done,
And in your deeds I'll live again.
When on yon muir our gallant clan
Frae boasting foes their banners tore,
Who showed himsel' a better man,
Or fiercer waved the red claymore?
But when in peace - then mark me there,
When through the glen the wanderer came,
I gave him of our hardy fare,
I gave him here a welcome hame.
The auld will speak, the young maun hear,
Be canty, but be good and leal;
Your ain ills aye ha'e heart to bear,
Anither's aye ha'e heart to feel;
So, ere I set, I'll see you shine,
I'll see you triumph ere I fa';
My parting breath shall boast you mine,
Good night, an' joy be wi' you a'!
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