“ Will you go to the highlands, my jewel, with me,
Will you go to the highlands, the flocks for to see,
It is health to my jewel to breath the sweet air,
And to pull the blae-berries in the forest so fair.
To the highlands, my jewel, I’ll not go with thee
For the road it is long, and the hills they are high,
I love these vallies and sweet corn fields,
More than all the blae-berries your wild mountain yield. ”

“ Now he’s held the bridle reins till he came down,
And then he convey’d them to a fine room ;
With the finest of spirits they drink a fine tost,
And the son and the father, drank both of one glass. ”

“ They houkit his grave is Doukit’s kirk-yard,
E’en far frae the companie;
But when they were gawn to lay him i’the yird
The feint a dead nor dead was he.
And when they brought him to Doukit’s kirk yard,
He dunted on the kist, the boards did flee,
And when they were gawn to lay him i’the yird
In fell the kist, and out lap he.
He cried, I’m cauld, I’m unca cauld,
Fu’ fast ran the fo’k, and fu’ fast ran he,
But he was first hame at his ain ingle-side,
And helpit to drink his ain dirgie. ”