I.
Oh! when I hear thee sing of “Jamie far away,”
“Of Father and of Mither,” and of “Auld Robin Gray,”
I listen till I think it is Jeanie’s self I hear,
“And I look in thy face” with a blessing and a tear.
II.
“I look in thy face,” for my heart it is not cold,
Though Winter’s frost is stealing on, and I am growing old;
Those tones I shall remember as long as I live,
And the blessing and the tear, shall be the thanks I’ll give.
III.
The tear it is for summers that so blithesome have been,
For the flowers that all are faded, and “the days that I have seen;”—
The blessing is for thee, lassie, and mayst thou still rejoice,
Though tenderness is in thy look, and pity in thy voice.
IV.
The blessing is for thee, whose song so sadly sweet
Recalls the music of “Lang Syne,” to which my heart has beat;—
Oh! may the days that shine to thee still happiness prolong,
And every sorrow of thy heart—be ended with thy song!