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.