On winter day and winter night

By firelight roaring

Sing praise to Scottish poet

With fine flair never boring,

To fair maidens of the north

With their eyes so dark and adoring

Soft pale skin sweet as moonlight

Upon their lips, kisses of fire, always warming

Wild hills and windswept glens

Familial roots and distant friends

Lovers longed for that tempt with mystic dreams

Land of beauty and rugged extremes

Toast to the memory of the man and his life

Toast to the lassies, fine ladies all be they sweetheart or wife

Toast the laddies, all men of good heart

Then let us sing songs before we must sadly part

Give your thanks then let us stand as one all resplendent and fine

Together hold hands and sing Auld Lang Syne