“ I chose a soldier's life to wed,
⁠So social, gay, and free;
Yet tho' the lasses love me well,
⁠And often try to rally,
None pleases me like her who cries,
⁠"Sweet lilies of the valley."
I'm now return'd, of late discharged,
⁠And free from warlike toil;
From fighting in my country's cause,
⁠To plough my native soil ;
I care not which, with either pleased,
⁠So possess my Sally,
That little merry symph who cries,
⁠"Sweet lilies of the valley."
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ In the gush of yon fountain how sweet to recline,
And to know that I sigh'd upon innocent lips,
That ne'er had bees sigh'd on by any but mine.
⁠Every leaf was at rest, &c.
And here in this love little cot, I exclaim'd,
With a maid that was lovely to soul and to eye,
Who would blush when I prais'd her, and weep if I blam'd.
How blest could I live, and how calm could I die. ”

“ And covenant true blues, man;
lines extended lang and large,
the bayonets oppos'd the large,
and thousands hasten'd to the charge,
(illegible text) Highland wrath they frae the charge,
(illegible text) ew blades o' death, till out o' breath,
They fled like frighted doos, man. ”