The noble Maxwells and their powersAre coming o’er the border,And they’ll gae big Terreagles’ towersAnd set them a’ in order.And they declare Terreagles fair,For their abode they choose it;There’s no a heart in a’ the landBut’s lighter at the news o’t.
Tho’ stars in skies may disappear,And angry tempests gather;The happy hour may soon be nearThat brings us pleasant weather:The weary night o’ care and griefMay hae a joyfu’ morrow;so dawning day has brought relief,Fareweel our night o’ sorrow.