Far thee well to all I long have loved,
Far thee well to fleeting friends;
And adieu to comrades tried and true,
I will ne'er return again. And when we meet again, my friend,
On foreign fields far-flung;
Let us raise a gla** to ages past,
Oh when we meet again. From the hills I came-- beyond the main,
Far beyond the brambling burn;
Ringing in refrain they call again,
To those hills once more I turn. And when we meet again, my friend,
Beyond the burnie brae;
High in heathery hills--'round the rolling rills,
Oh when we meet again Long this song was sung for you, my son,
Long the children's rhymes have rung;
Some soft shepherd song calmly calls me on,
So this sojourn song is sung. And when we meet again, my friend,
That song will never end;
There will be all time, for children's rhymes,
Oh when we meet again. And when we meet again, my friend,
That song will never end;
There will be all time, for children's rhymes,
Oh when we meet again.
Oh when we meet again.