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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