Haste ye back, we love you dearly,
Call again you're welcome here.
May your days be free from sorrow,
And your friends be ever near.
May the paths o'er which you wander,
Be to you a joy each day.
Haste ye back we love you dearly,
Haste ye back on friendship's way.
I attended a small village Ceilidh in Scotland in 1991. At the end of a night of food, drink and dance, when everyone had pitched in to put away chairs and wipe down tables, the men of the town gathered to sing this song to our little group. It was the sweetest send-off ever, and it reminded me of how much we've lost of old world entertainment and hospitality over here in the new world. Apparently it's often sung to departing guests at the end of a party, especially at New Years.
Kinda sweet, right?
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