“ When I thought to lie there with my bonnet so blue.
In sorrow I left thee, why now dost thou faint,
When alive I’m preserv’d, and now to thee sent?
I am chaste, true, and loyal, thy joys to renew,
I’ll still wear my plaid and my bonnet so blue.
It’s true, my dear lassie, our dangers were great,
We fought for our King, our country and state,
For to keep our plaids, because they are new,
That the Scotch may for ever wear bonnets so blue. ”

“ Wi’ Highland plaids baith lang and braid,
⁠To wallop at their side, man,
A highland man’s a happy man,
⁠He’s hardy ay and frisky,
He fears nae foes gin he gets brose,
⁠An’ draps o’ Highland whiskey,
Now here’s a health to men of wealth,
⁠An’ men o’ low degree, man ”