Hay amores [English [Scots] translation]

Oh, ma luve, whit wuddent A dae for ye?

For tae hae ye for a maument, faur awa frae the warld

And near tae me.

Oh, ma luve, like the Magdalena river

that melts in the saund o the sea,

A want tae melt in ye.

The’re luves that become resistant tae pynes,

Like wine that impruives wi the years,

Sicweys growes what A feel for ye.

The’re luves that bide the winter tae floorish

And in the autumn nichts, thay bluim

Sic as the luve that A feel for ye.

Oh, ma luve, dinna forget o the sea

That saw me greet at nicht

Sae mony memories o ye.

Oh, ma luve, dinna forget o the day

That separatit yer life

Frae the sairy life A’ve haed tae leeve.

The’re luves that become resistant tae pynes,

Like wine that impruives wi the years,

Sicweys growes what A feel for ye.

The’re luves that seem tae wilt anely tae floorish

And in the autumn nichts, thay bluim

Sic as the luve that A feel for ye.

For ye… for ye… sic as the luve that A feel for ye.