Fan I think on those happy days
That I spent wi you my dearie
But now what lands between lie
Sae how can I be cheerie

How slow ye move ye heavy hours
Tho’ ye were wae an weary
Yet it ayewis seemed, that ye glinted by
Fan I wis wi my dearie

The original:

When I think on the happy days
I spent wi you, my dearie
And now what lands between us lie
How can I be but eerie?

How slow ye move, ye heavy hours
As ye were wae and weary
It wasna sae ye glinted by
When I was wi my dearie

(eerie, fearful)

Anonymous Poem. From “A St Andrews Treasury of Scottish Verse”. First published 1920

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