The old chieftain to his sons 
Good night and joy be wi' ye a';
Your harmless mirth has cheer'd my heart:
May life's fell blasts out o'er ye blaw!
In sorrow may ye never part!
My spirit lives, but strength is gone;
The mountain fires now blaze in vain:
Remember, sons, the deeds I've done,
And in your deeds I'll live again.
 
When on yon muir our gallant clan
Frae boasting foes their banners tore,
Wha show'd himsel a better man,
Or fiercer wav'd the red claymore?
But when in peace, -- then mark me there --
When thro' the glen the wanderer came,
I gave him of our hardy fare,
I gave him here a welcome hame.
 
The auld will speak, the young maun hear,
Be canty, but be good and leal;
Your ain ills ay ha'e heart to bear,
Anither's ay ha'e heart to feel.
So, ere I set, I'll see you shine,
I'll see you triumph ere I fa':
My parting breath shall boast you mine:
Good night and joy be wi' ye a'!