Up Abeen

Gaffron, Aileen

In ma house there are mony mansions
Said oor Maister, fan he wis here.
Bit I am nae eesed tae big hooses
They are cauld, an sterk an drear.

So, fan I win up tae Heiven
I will jist ging ower an speir
Gin there's a craft on a clood-edge,
Far I can look doon on New Deer!