Daughter of the poet's mother!
Here we hail thee with delight;
Shower'd be every earthly blessing
On thy locks of silver white!--
Sons of Burns, a hearty welcome,
Welcome home from India's strand,
To a heart-loved land far dearer,
Since your glorious Father's land:--
Words are worthless--look around you--
Labour'd tomes far less could say
To the sons of such a father,
Than the sight of such a day!