Thy leavin’s a week till Ash Wadensday:
Sae do thou repent then an’ turn that leaf over.
But I cannae keep thee, dear laddie.
O’er skies an’ rough waves an’ their power
I have but ‘fareweel’ now across the wide ocean
Tae send frae the cliffs of auld Dover.
The fog will envelop thy motion
Though pigeon do fly an’ God’s righteousness guide it
Tae bring us tae purer devotion.
Sae God be my witness. Benighted
Are vanity’s vapoury wishes; but he, in his mercy,
He keep thy guid fellaeship lighted.