Fiona Macleod: O Boyum Fossum's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O Boyum Fossum's like a melodie,
That's sweetly played in tune!
As fair art thou, Oystein Boyum Fossum,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, Oystein Boyum Fossum
Till 'a the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, Oystein Boyum Fossum,
And the rooks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, Oystein Boyum Fossum,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee well, Oystein Boyum Fossum!
And fare thee well a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.