Song - o May, Thy Morn
O MAY, thy morn was ne`er so sweet
As the mirk night o` December!
For sparkling was the rosy wine,
And private was the chamber:
And dear was she I dare na name,
But I will aye remember:
And dear was she I dare na name,
But I will aye remember.
And here`s to them that, like oursel,
Can push about the jorum!
And here`s to them that wish us weel,
May a` that`s guid watch o`er `em!
And here`s to them, we dare na tell,
The dearest o` the quorum!
And here`s to them, we dare na tell,
The dearest o` the quorum.
