O' to be in old NC

Oh to be in old N.C.

Now that summer's there

Just to dream by Afton stream

0' the guid old days that were.

Or watch the troot, as they glide aboot

Neath the shade o' the hazel trees

And hear the cry frae the whaup on high

In the wake o' the upland breeze.

Oh to roam down vale and holm

Now that summer's there

Just to be wi' the saunterin' Nith

And the friens I'm missin sair.

Tae watch them ply the line and fly

And hear Bob give a screed

On hearin' that boom in the gatherin gloom

The artillery frae Pathhead.

For love of mirth and the joys of earth

Are found twixt the New and Old

And heaven whiles was yon five miles

When the hert was young and bold.

0' twoud be grand to grasp a haun

Now that summer's there

To gaze in the een o' a boyhood frien'

Wi the sun and win' in ma hair.

And wander o'er a' till nicht wad fa'

Bringing rest to the sons o' men

Sae quiet and still on yon green hill

And paradise doon the glen.