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| I HAE see great anes and sat in great ha’s, | |
| ’Mang lords and fine ladies a’ covered wi’ braws, | |
| At feasts made for princes wi’ princes I ’ve been, | |
| When the grand shine o’ splendor has dazzled my een; | |
| But a sight sae delightfu’ I trow I ne’er spied | 5 |
| As the bonny blithe blink o’ my ain fireside. | |
| My ain fireside, my ain fireside, | |
| O, cheery ’s the blink o’ my ain fireside; | |
| My ain fireside, my ain fireside, | |
| O, there ’s naught to compare wi’ ane’s ain fireside. | 10 |
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| Ance mair, Gude be thankit, round my ain heartsome ingle, | |
| Wi’ the friends o’ my youth I cordially mingle; | |
| Nae forms to compel me to seem wae or glad, | |
| I may laugh when I ’m merry, and sigh when I ’m sad. | |
| Nae falsehood to dread, and nae malice to fear, | 15 |
| But truth to delight me, and friendship to cheer; | |
| Of a’ roads to happiness ever were tried, | |
| There ’s nane half so sure as ane’s ain fireside. | |
| My ain fireside, my ain fireside, | |
| O, there ’s naught to compare wi’ ane’s ain fireside. | 20 |
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| When I draw in my stool on my cozy hearthstane, | |
| My heart loups sae light I scarce ken ’t for my ain; | |
| Care ’s down on the wind, it is clean out o’ sight, | |
| Past troubles they seem but as dreams o’ the night. | |
| I hear but kend voices, kend faces I see, | 25 |
| And mark saft affection glent fond frae ilk ee; | |
| Nae fleechings o’ flattery, nae boastings o’ pride, | |
| ’T is heart speaks to heart at ane’s ain fireside. | |
| My ain fireside, my ain fireside, | |
| O, there ’s naught to compare wi’ ane’s ain fireside. | 30 |
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