Gather in.
[Written by Robert Gilfillan for Burns's Anniversary. Set to music by Peter Macleod, in his "Original Melodies of Scotland."]
Gather in, gather in, ane an' a', ane an' a',
Gather in, gather in, ane an' a';
The night, ever dear, claims a cup and a tear
To the memory of Burns that's awa!
Auld Scotland's had bards ane or twa, ane or twa,
Auld Scotland's had bards ane or twa,
But the minstrel that sang Coila's wild braes amang,
Oh! he was the sweetest of a',
Oh! he was the sweetest of a'.
He came like the flow'rets that blaw, that blaw,
He came like the flow'rets that blaw;
But his bright opening spring, nae summer did bring,
For soon, soon he faded awa'.
But short though he sang 'mang us a', 'mang us a',
But short though he sang 'mang us a',
His name from our heart will never depart,
And his fame it shall ne'er fade awa',
And his fame it shall ne'er fade awa'.