O Sing To Me The Auld Scotch Sangs
O sing to me the auld Scotch sangs in the braud Scottish tongue,
The sangs my father lov’d to hear, the sangs my mother sung,
When she sat beside my cradle Or croon'd me on her knee,
And I wad-na sleep she Sang so sweet, the auld Scotch Sang to me,
And I wad-na sleep she Sang so sweet, the auld Scotch sang to me.
Yes! sing the auld, the gude auld Sangs, auld Scotia's gentle pride,
O' the wimpling bum and the sunny brae, an' the cosie ingle-side,
Sangs o’ the broom an' heather, sangs o' the trysting tree,
The laverock’s lilt and the gowan’s blink, the auld Scotch sangs for me
The laverock’s lilt and the gowan’s blink, the auld Scotch Sangs for me
Sing ony o' the auld S cotch sangs, the blithesome or the sad,
They mak’ me smile when I am wae, and greet me when I’ glad,
My heart gaes back to auld Scotland, the saut tears dim my e’e,
And the Scotch blood leaps in a’ my veins, as ye sing the songs to me,
And the Scotch blood leaps in a' my veins, as ye sing the songs to me.
Sing on, sing mair o’ they auld sangs, fur ilka ane can tell,
O’ joy or sorrow i' the past, where memory loves to dwell,
Tho’ hair win gray, and limbs win auld, until the day I dee,
I’ll bless the Scottish tongue that sings, the auld Scotch sangs to me,
I’1l bless the Scottish tongue that sings, the auld Scotch sangs to me.