Good night and joy be wi' ye

The old chieftain to his sons

Good night and joy be wi' ye a';

Your harmless mirth has cheer'd my heart:

May life's fell blasts out o'er ye blaw!

In sorrow may ye never part!

My spirit lives, but strength is gone;

The mountain fires now blaze in vain:

Remember, sons, the deeds I've done,

And in your deeds I'll live again.

When on yon muir our gallant clan

Frae boasting foes their banners tore,

Wha show'd himsel a better man,

Or fiercer wav'd the red claymore?

But when in peace, -- then mark me there --

When thro' the glen the wanderer came,

I gave him of our hardy fare,

I gave him here a welcome hame.

The auld will speak, the young maun hear,

Be canty, but be good and leal;

Your ain ills ay ha'e heart to bear,

Anither's ay ha'e heart to feel.

So, ere I set, I'll see you shine,

I'll see you triumph ere I fa':

My parting breath shall boast you mine:

Good night and joy be wi' ye a'!