Lyrics:
The puir auld folk at home, ye mind,
Are frail and failing sair;
And weel I ken they'd miss me, lad,
Gin I come hame nae mair.
The grist is out, the times are hard,
The kine are only three;
I canna leave the auld folk now.
We'd better bide a wee,
I canna leave the auld folk now.
We'd better bide a wee.
When first we told our story, lad,
Their blessing fell sae free,
They gave no thought to self at all,
They did but think of me.
But, laddie, that's a time awa,
And mither's like to dee,
I canna leave the auld folk now.
We'd better bide a wee,
I canna leave the auld folk now.
We'd better bide a wee.
I fear me, sair, they're failing baith;
For when I sit apart,
They talk o' Heaven sae earnestly,
It well nigh breaks my heart!
So, laddie, dinna urge me mair,
It surely winna be;
I canna leave the auld folk now.
We'd better bide a wee,
I canna leave the auld folk now.
We'd better bide a wee.
