The year is wearing to the wane

The year is wearing to the wane,
   An' day is fading west awa';
Loud raves the torrent and the rain,
   And dark the cloud comes down the shaw;
But let the tempest tout an' blaw
   Upon his loudest winter horn,
Good night, an' joy be wi' you a';
   We'll maybe meet again the morn!

O, we hae wandered far and wide,
   O'er Scotia's hills, o'er firth an' fell,
An' mony a simple flower we've cull'd,
   And trimmed them wi' the heather bell!
We've ranged the dingle an' the dell,
   The hamlet and the baron's ha';
Now let us take a kind farewell, -
   Good night, an' joy be wi' you a'!

Though I was wayward, you were kind,
   And sorrow'd when I went astray;
For oh, my strains were often wild
   As winds upon a winter day.
If e'er I led you from the way,
   Forgie your Minstrel aince for a';
A tear fa's wi' his parting lay, -
   Good night, an' joy be wi' you a'!

• Good Night and God Be With You (Skene MS) gif midi mov
• Good night and joy be wi' you a' (Scots Musical Museum) gif midi mov

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