Ma faither was a baillie in a wee place near Capely
He worked on the land a the days o his life
By the time he made Second he aye said he reckoned
He'd plowed near enough a the East Neuk o Fife

For those days were his days those ways were his ways
Tae follow the plow while his back was still strong
But those days are past and the times come at last
For the weakness of age tae make way for the young