MY WEE BIT SANG.
Though bonny sun nor caller rain
Fa' on thy path to-day,
Be canty still and yie' thy will
To Ane that luves for aye.
Fa' on thy path to-day,
Be canty still and yie' thy will
To Ane that luves for aye.
He kens what's best, i' this truth rest,
These changefu' scenes amid,
Whate'er may corae, o' blight or bloom,
Of seeming ill, or guid.
These changefu' scenes amid,
Whate'er may corae, o' blight or bloom,
Of seeming ill, or guid.
Life's storm may be dark and drearie,
Cauld, cauld the winds may blaw,
But we, soon, like the birdies, dearie,
Shall be flittin' far awa'.
Cauld, cauld the winds may blaw,
But we, soon, like the birdies, dearie,
Shall be flittin' far awa'.
The fairest day maun fade away,
The foulest lasts not lang,
Wi' leal light heart, then bear thy part,—
Thus ends my wee bit sang.
The foulest lasts not lang,
Wi' leal light heart, then bear thy part,—
Thus ends my wee bit sang.
