Anonymous

“ Soon he threw the Onion from his eye,
And touch'd ten thousand pounds;
For her winks, and blinks, her money chinks,
He does not let her cash lie idle O:
So long life to this Dragoon,
With his long sword, saddle briddle whack ”

“ I’m wearing awa, Jean,
Like snaw when it’s thaw, Jean;
I’m wearing awa
⁠To the land o’ the leal.
There’s nae sorrow there, Jean,
There’s nae cauld nor care, Jean,
The day is ay fair,
⁠In the land o’ the leal. ”

“ They shake the cold drift frae their wings as they flee,
An’ chirp out their plaints, seeming wae for my Johnnie,
Tis winter wi’ them, an’ ’tis winter wi’ me.
Yon cauld sleety cloud skiffs alang the bleak mountain,
An’ shakes the dark firs on the stay rocky brae,
While down the deep glen bawls the snaw-flooded fountain,
That murmur’d sae sweet to my laddie an’ me:
It’s no its loud roar on the wintry win’ swellin’,
It’s no the cauld blast brings the tears i’ my e’e,
For, O gin I saw but my bonny Scots callan,
The dark days o’ winter war’ summer to me. ”