Oh, the auld house, the auld house,—
  What though the rooms were wee?
Oh! kind hearts were dwelling there,
  And bairnies fu’ o’ glee;
The wild rose and the jessamine
  Still hang upon the wa’:
How mony cherished memories
  Do they, sweet flowers, reca’!

Oh, the auld laird, the auld laird,
  Sae canty, kind, and crouse...