O tell me what was on your road, you roaring norland wind?
As ye come blowing from the land that's never from ma mind
Ma feet, they travel England, but I'm dying for the north
“Ma man, I saw the silver tides run up the Firth of Forth"
O wind, I know them well enough, and find they fall and rise
I'd often feel the creeping mist on yonder shore that lies
But tell me when you passed them by, what saw you on the way?
“Ma man, I rocked the roving gulls that sail above the Tay"
But saw ye nothing, fleeing wind, before you came tae Fife?
There's muckle lies beyond the Tay that's more tae me more life
“Ma man, I swept the Angus braes ye haven't trod for years"
Oh wind, forgive a homeless loon that cannot see for tears
"And far above the Angus strats I saw the wild geese flee
A long, long skean of beatin' wings with their heads towards the sea
And aye their crying voices trailed behind them on the air"
Oh wind, have mercy, haud yer wheesht, I dare not listen more
Oh wind, have mercy, haud yer wheesht, I dare not listen more