Graut Euch nicht, Ihr lieben Leute,

No thankful song my heart will raise,Nor even wish it could.I am not sorry for the past,Nor able not to sin;The weary strife would ever lastIf once I should begin!Hast thou no burden then to bear?No action to repent?Is all around so very fair?Is thy heart quite content?Hast thou no sickness in thy soul?No labour…

Ye luik as smilin an’ fain an’ willinAs gien ye had fun a bonny shillin!’‘Ye think I luik canty, my bonny man,Sittin watchin the last o’ the sun sae gran’?Weel, an’ I’m thinkin ye’re no that wrang,For ‘deed i’ my hert there’s a wordless sang!‘Ken ye the meanin o’canty, my dow?It’s bein i’ the humour…

But up an’ cried the skipper til his crew,‘Haud her oot ower the saut sea faem.’Syne up an’ spak the angry king:‘Haud on for Dumferline!’Quo’ the skipper, ‘My lord, this maunna be-I‘m king on this boat o’ mine!’He tuik the helm intil his han’,He left the shore un’er the lee;Syne croodit sail, an’, east an’…

The king’s son walkit i’ the evenin hush,To hear the sea murmur and murr.Straucht ower the water slade frae the muneA glimmer o’ cauld weet licht;Ane o’ her horns rase the water abune,And lampit across the nicht.Quhat’s that, and that, far oot i’ the gray,The laich mune bobbin afore?It’s the bonny sea-maidens at their play-Haud…

On breid ye’re an unco sma’ lairdie,But in hicht ye’ve a kingly gift!A’ ye hae to coont yersel rich in‘S a wee mawn o’ glory-motes!The whilk to the throne ye’re aye hitchinWi a lang tow o’ sapphire notes!Ay, yer sang’s the sang o’ an angelFor a sinfu’ thrapple no meet,Like the pipes til a heavenly…

Ask thy heart, nor show it favour,Is the gift or giver dearer?Love, love on; love higher, deeper;Let love’s ocean close above her;Only, love thou more love’s keeper,More, the love-creating lover.