Nithsdale's Welcome Hame

     The noble Maxwells and their powers
     Are coming o'er the border,
     And they'll gae big Terreagles' towers
     And set them a' in order.
     And they declare Terreagles fair,
     For their abode they choose it;
     There's no a heart in a' the land
     But's lighter at the news o't.

     Tho' stars in skies may disappear,
     And angry tempests gather;
     The happy hour may soon be near
     That brings us pleasant weather:
     The weary night o' care and grief
     May hae a joyfu' morrow;
     so dawning day has brought relief,
     Fareweel our night o' sorrow.