O, come awaâ€™, thou hopefuâ€™ year!
Â Â A welcome sicht are ye;
Yeâ€™re punctual to a minute, but
Â Â Iâ€™ve weariâ€™t sair for thee,â€”
Yeâ€™ll ken I had a craw to pook
Â Â Wiâ€™ her thatâ€™s gane, yet nae
Back-spangs at parting eâ€™er should mar
Â Â The mirth oâ€™ Hogmanay.
I mind when first she stepped owre
Â Â The threshold oâ€™ my door,
That joy led ben the blythesome queen,
Â Â And hope stept on before;
And thick-anâ€™-threefauld in the trance,
Â Â Bright forms strainâ€™d to be near
The glowing hearth, where hope and joy
Â Â Stood wiâ€™ the New-year.
The scourinâ€™-things aboon the brace
Â Â Were bright as hanâ€™s could makâ€™,
And mony an hour stown frae her sleep,
Â Â My wifie they did takâ€™;
The fire, the floor, the whitenâ€™d waâ€™s,
Â Â The bowls upon the dresser,
Blythe faces, too, and happy hearts
Â Â Had welcomes warm to bless her.
My callant then had gat new claes,
Â Â So ripe his gatherâ€™d glee,
That joy bowâ€™d doon to kiss his lip,
Â Â His lip anâ€™ loupinâ€™ eâ€™e;
Atween the breenges oâ€™ his mouth,
Â Â Hope tauld him many a story,
Anâ€™ pointed forth to simmer days
Â Â And aâ€™ their gowan glory.
Aye, youth! loup up an kiss the mouâ€™
Â Â Oâ€™ rosy lipped joy!
Believe in hopeâ€™s most wondrous tales
Â Â Whilst thou art yet a boyâ€”
Thy present always be as now,
Â Â A merry Hogmanay;
Thy future in ilk cominâ€™ morn
Â Â A Happy New-yearâ€™s-day!