Мужья, скорбите все о нем,
Он не жалел усилий:
Когда вы покидали дом,
Супруги не грустили.

Мальцы, спешащие гурьбой,
Умерьте поступь вашу.
Вот холм с пожухлою травой:
Там, может, ваш папаша!

Lament "im Mauchline husbands a",
	He aften did assist ye;
For had ye staid whole weeks awa"
Your wives they ne"er had miss"d ye.

Ye Mauchline bairns as on ye pass,
	To school in bands thegither,
O tread ye lightly on his grass,
	Perhaps he was your father.