LOGIE KIRK

O Logie Kirk amang the braes,

I'm thinkin’ o’ the merry days

Afore I trod thae weary ways

That led me far frae Logie!

Fine do I mind when I was young

Abune thy graves the mavis sung

An’ ilka birdie had a tongue

To ca’ me back to Logie.

O Logie Kirk, tho’ aye the same

The burn sings ae remembered name,

There's ne'er a voice to cry “Come hame

To bonnie Bess at Logie!”

Far, far awa’ the years decline

That took the lassie wha was mine

An’ laid her sleepin’ lang, lang syne

Amang the braes at Logie.