My friends made a great to-do aboot my going.

There were pipers to play me off--I mind the way they skirled.

Verra soft they were playing at the end, ane of my favorite tunes--"Will ye no come back again ?" And so I went.
I was a better sailor than I micht ha' thought.

I enjoyed the voyage.
And I'll ne'er forget my first sicht o' New York.

It's e'en more wonderfu' the noo; there's skyscrapers they'd not dared dream of, so high they are, when I was first there.