Alexander Wilson

“ And aften kindly in my lug wad say,
“Ae half year langer is nae unco stop,
“We’ll marry then, and syne set up a shop”.
⁠O, Sir, but lasses words are saft and fair
Ihey soothe our griefs, and banish ilka care;
Wha wadna toil to please the lass he lo’es?
A lover true minds this in a’ he does. ”

“ To be at hame, and share it a’ wi’ Kate.
⁠Fool that I was, how little did I think
That love would soon be lost for fa’t, o’ Clin (illegible text)
The loss of fair won wealth, tho’ hard to beat
Afore this—ne’er had pow’r to force a tear. ”