In yon vast world sae wide and fair,
Whaur wonders lurk and marvels rare,
I sing the tale o' lands and seas,
O' hoary hills and verdant leas.

O come, ye lads and lassies gay,
An' hear the tale I've spun this day,
O' sights that mak' the heart a'glee,
An' yet nae match this channel ye'll see.

From distant shores, where sunsets blaze,
To misty glens an' ancient ways,
We've wandered far, we've wandered wide,
An' treasures rare we hae descried.

But here, ye'll find nae mystic tale,
Nor beauty's bloom, nor minstrel's wail,
Nay, this wee channel's but a jest,
For in its midst, naught can ye quest.

But come ye still, an' rest yer feet,
An' hear the fables I'll repeat,
For a' the world's a wondrous place,
An' in its midst, we find our grace.