"Oh tell me fit was on yer road
ye roarin Norland wind?
As ye come blawin frae the land
that's never frae ma mind.
Ma feet they traivel England but I'm
deein for the North."
"Ma man, I saw the siller tides
rin up the Firth o Forth."
"Aye wind, I ken them weel
eneuch an fine they fa and rise,
And fain I'd feel the creepin mist
on yonder shore that lies.
But tell me as ye pass them by fit
saw ye on the way?"
"Ma man, I rocked the rovin
gulls that sail abin the Tay."
"Bit saw ye naethin leein wind
afore ye come tae Fife?
For there's muckle lyin 'yont the
Tay that's mair tae me nor life."
"Ma man, I swept the Angus
braes that ye hivna trod for years."
"Oh wind, forgie a hameless
loon that canna see for tears."
"And far abin the Angus straths
I saw the wild geese flee,
A lang, lang skein o beatin wings wi
their heids toward the sea,
And aye their cryin voices trailed
ahint them on the air."
"Oh wind, hae mercy, haud your
wheesht for I daurna listen mair."