Greitna, father, that I'm gauin, br For fu' well ye ken the gaet; br I' the winter, corn ye're sawin, br I' the hairst again ye hae't. br br I'm gauin hame to see my mither; br She'll be weel acquant or this! br Sair we'll muse at ane anither br 'Tween the auld word an' new kiss! br br Love I'm doobtin may be scanty br Roun ye efter I'm awa: br Yon kirkyard has happin plenty br Close aside me, green an' braw! br br An' abune there's room for mony; br 'Twasna made for ane or twa, br But was aye for a' an' ony br Countin love the best ava. br br There nane less ye'll be my father; br Auld names we'll nor tyne nor spare! br A' my sonship I maun gather br For the Son is king up there.