And up and crew the gray; The eldest to the youngest said, "'Tis time we were away." "The cock doth, craw, the day doth daw, The channerin' worm doth chide; Gin we be miss'd out o' our place, A sair pain we maun bide." "Lie still, lie still a little wee while, Lie still but if we may; Gin my mother should miss us when she wakes, She'll go mad ere it be day." O it's they've ta'en up their mother's mantle, And they've hangd it on the pin: "O lang may ye hing, my mother's mantle, Ere ye hap us again! 'Fare-ye-weel, my mother dear! Fareweel to barn and byre! And fare-ye-weel, the bonny lass, That kindles my mother's fire." * * * * * A LYKE-WAKE DIRGE. This ae nighte, this ae nighte, Everie nighte and alle, Fire, and sleete, and candle-lighte, And Christe receive thye saule. When thou from hence away art paste, Everie nighte and alle, To Whinny-muir thou comest at laste, And Christe receive thye saule. If ever thou gavest hosen and shoon, Everie nighte and alle, Sit thee down and put them on, And Christe receive thye saule. If hosen and shoon thou ne'er gav'st nane, Everie nighte and alle, The whinnes shall pricke thee to the bare bane, And Christe receive thye saule. From Whinny-muir when thou mayst passe, Everie nighte and alle,