Nae be I a wonder sorrow.
What be I be tomorrow?
Nae be I a dreamer of dreams;
what of the world, but life it seems.
Heart-wrung tears of perpetual sorrow,
bringing forth an endless morrow.
To speak, but have no voice;
to live, but not by choice;
to see, but have no sight;
to love and to fight.
In heart-wrung tears of sorrow,
what be I be tomorrow?