I want to congratulate folks for this and this what I learned and sung

Lay me in yon place, lad,
The gloamin's thick wi' mist;
I canna see yer face weel lad,
For my een's no richt.
But it's owre late for leein'
An' I ken fine I'm deein',
Like an auld craw fleein'
Tae the last o' the licht.

The kye gang tae the byland,
The sheep tae the fauld,
Ye'll mak a o bilin',
For my he'rt's an ice cauld;
And whaur the trees are meetin'
There's a soond o' water dreepin'',
An' the birds soond near greetin'
That was ocht times singin' bauld.

There's just the tent tae leave, lad,
I've gaither'd little gear,
There's just yersel' tae grieve, lad,
And the auld dog here;
But when the morn comes creepin'
And the waukin' birds are cheepin'
It'll find me lyin' sleepin'
As I've slept saxty year.

Ye'll eyes they'll meet the sunlight,
And baith trayv'lin' brave and well,
It's me that's auld an' done, lad,
I'll bide an' tak my rest;
For the grey heid is bendin'
And the auld shune's needin' mendin',
But the trayv'lin's near its endin',
An' the end's aye the best.