I will go forth to lands of plenty,
Where there are opportunities free,
And at the ripe old age of twenty,
I'll thank God for what He gave me

I smile down upon the sunlight,
Where it shines upon the boughs and braes,
I shall do the same thing at midnight,
When the moon shines upon the slaes

I will go forth to lands of plenty,
Where there are opportunities free,
And at the ripe old age of twenty,
I'll thank God for what He gave me

I leave behind the land of my youth,
The place where I had grown up so glad,
And I ne'er again shall see the truth,
Of wild cliffs I roamed as a lad

I will go forth to lands of plenty,
Where there are opportunities free,
And at the ripe old age of twenty,
I'll thank God for what He gave me

I go forth now to Ellis Island,
MacRae and Donald have gone before,
Old spirits bereft of their highland,
By Clearances, in days of yore.

I will go forth to lands of plenty,
Where there are opportunities free,
And at the ripe old age of twenty,
I'll thank God for what He gave me.

I see the torch of lady and hope,
Raised beside the bonnie golden door,
She stands so proudly o'er the waters,
But she doesn't see my old succor

I will go forth to lands of plenty,
Where there are opportunities free,
And at the ripe old age of twenty,
I'll thank God for what He gave me.

I shall return when times get better,
To sweet Scotland's old and noble shore,
I pray to God that this old settler,
Will never forget what came before.

I will go forth to lands of plenty,
Where there are opportunities free,
And at the ripe old age of twenty,
I'll thank God for what He gave me.