Anonymous

“ She was baith guid and fair, Jean,
And, oh! we grudged her sair
To the land o’ the leal.
But sorrow’s sel’ wears past, Jean,
And joy is comin fast, Jean,
The joy that‘s aye to last
In the land o‘ the leal. ”

“ I‘ve herded sheep and gather‘d slaes,
Wi‘ my dear lad on Logan braes.
But waes my heart! thae days are gane
And I wi‘ grief maun herd alane,
While my dear lad maun face his faes,
Far, far frae me on Logan braes ”

“ A gleib o’ land, a claut o’ gear,
Was left me by my aunty, Tam;
At kith or kin I needna speer,
Gin I saw ane and twenty, Tam.
And O, &c.
They’ll hae me wed a wealthy coof,
Tho I myself hae plenty, Tam ”