Sinsyne woods have been plantit, and have grawn up and are bonny trees, and the joes sit in their shadow; and sinsyne auld estates have changed hands, and there have been wars and rumours of wars on the face of the earth. And here I'm still like an auld droopit craw lookin' on and craikin'! But, Mr. Erchie, do ye no think that I have mind o' it a' still?

Sinsyne woods have been plantit, and have grawn up and are bonny trees, and the joes sit in their shadow, and sinsyne auld estates have changed hands, and there have been wars and rumours of wars on the face of the earth. And here I'm still like an auld droopit craw lookin' on and craikin'! But, Mr. Erchie, do ye no think that I have mind o' it a' still?