Английская поэзия XIV–XX веков в современных русских переводах

The auld folks sit by the fire,

When the winter nichts are chill;

The auld wife she plies her wire,

The auld man he quaffs his yill.

An’ meikle an’ lang they speak

O’ their youthfu’ days gane by,

When the rose it was on the cheek,

And the pearl was on the eye!

They talk o’ their bairnies’ bairns,

They talk o’ the brave an’ free,

They talk o’ their mountain-cairns,

And they talk of the rolling sea.—

And meikle an’ lang they speak

O’ their youthfu’ days gane by,

When the rose it was on the cheek,

An’ the pearl was on the eye!

They talk o’ their friends lang gane,

And the tear-draps blin’ their e’e;

They talk o’ the cauld kirk-stane

Whare sune they baith maun be.

Yet each has had their half

0’ the joys o’ this fitful sphere,

So whiles the auld folk laugh,

And whiles they drap a tear!