Full Lyrics
The best o’ joys maun hae an end,
The best o’ friends maun part, I trow;
The langest day will wear away,
And I maun bid fareweel to you.
The tear will tell when hearts are fu’;
For words, gin they hae sense ava,
They’re broken, faltering, and few:
Gudenicht, and joy be wi’ you a’.
Oh, we hae wandered far and wide,
O’er Scotia’s lands o’ firth and fell,
And mony a simple flower we’ve pu’d,
And twined it wi’ the heather bell.
We’ve ranged the dingle and the dell,
The cothouse and the baron’s ha’;
Now we maun tak’ a last fareweel:
Gudenicht, and joy be wi’ you a’.
My harp, fareweel: thy strains are past,
Of gleefu’ mirth, and heartfelt wae;
The voice of song maun cease at last,
And minstrelsy itsel’ decay.
But, oh! whar sorrow canna win,
Nor parting tears are shed ava,
May we meet neighbor, kith and kin,
And joy for aye be wi’ us a’!
