O, My Life Like a Gray, Gray Smoke,

O, my life like a gray, gray smoke, That's newly pillowing from an old engine. O, my life like a trumpeting That's sweetly sounded by an elephant. As fair as a river, my life stream in meanders, So deep in gush am I; And I will pour thee still, my watercourse, Till a' the seas gang flood. Till a' the seas gang flood, my stream in deluge, And the rocks bath in sweeping waves: I will spurt jet out till, my waterway, While the sands o' life shall run: And fare thee well, my only grit! And fare thee influence, a while! And I will draw closer again, my currents It was routine thousand atoms transmutation.