Our first nights gone, now we face our last
And in between aw the nights thats past
Aw the guid times an aw the bad
Fir aw that wis happy as miny wir sad
But, fir aw thats happened aw said an done
Wan thing am sure that your the one
Cauld nights spent by a roarin fire
Others fue o wantin desire
But sic o fighting and aw that gans wae it
Still it breaks ma heart tae hear me say it
If we stay the gither murders therd be an am no sae sure if its you or me
So part we shall and make this our last and try to remember the guid thats past
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem