And were ye at Duntocher burn,
And did ye see them a', man?
And how's my wifie and the bairns?
I hae been lang awa', man.
That cotton wark's a weary trade,
It does na' suit ava, man;
Wi' lanely house, and lanely bed,
My comforts are but sma', man.
And how's wee Sandy, Pate, and Tam?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem