I'll sing ye a sang aboot the days o' langsyne
When the thochts o' the past are the first on my min';
Then many happy days I spent when I was young
In the Auld Thackit Hoose on the braes o' the burn.
My faither an' my mither, sae canty an' sae croose,
Were happy wi' their bairns in their ain auld hoose;
Noo they're sleepin' in the mools an' sair dae I murn,
In the Auld Thackit Hoose on the braes o' the burn.
My brithers an' my sisters hae a' taen their flicht,
An' they're far frae the bield whaur they first saw the licht;
But I'm shair that in longin' their thochts aften turn
Tae the Auld Thackit Hoose on the braes o' the burn.
Noo I'm gettin' auld an' doited an' I'm wearin' awa'
Tae the land whaur there's nae pain nor sorrow ava',
An' lanesome I'm waitin' till the Maister says, Come,
Frae the Auld Thackit Hoose on the braes o' the burn.