Wha’ be th’ recompence faur yer soul?
Wha’ be th’ value tha’ ye place upon it?
Whaur be stowed away thy hidden treasure?
Whaur be th’ keeper awe th’ gate?
Who wull be standing by yer side
Whe’ th’ battle drums are rattled.
Who spares a token faur th’ tiller man?
When yer eyes are weak an’
yer breathing be shallow?
Thare will be nae judgement
On this side foor th’ good an’ th’ evil
Yee have done.
Thair will be nae shame,
Only passing momen’s
Till yee breathe nae mair
Thair will be nae flamin’ chariots,
Nae cherubim tae lead th’ way.
You cannah touch His han’
yee cannah heer His voice.
Yee cannah use yer voice
An’ yee cannah use yer tears.
Bairns Awe th’ Lord
Will be yer new name
In th’ land o’ Tir Nan Og.
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