O May thy morn

written in 1791

O May thy morn was ne'er sae sweet, As the mirk night o' December; For sparkling was the rosy wine, And private was the chamber: And dear was she, I dare na name, But I will ay remember. And dear was she, I dare na name, But I will ay remember. And here's to them, that, like oursel, Can push about the jorum; And here's to them that wish us weel, May a' that's gude watch o'er them: And here's to them, we dare na tell, The dearest o' the quorum. And here's to them, we dare na tell, The dearest o' the quorum.