“ When all the rest went to bed sleep was far frae me,
For thinking what was become of thee.
⁠My parents were born long before me
Perhaps by this time they are drown'd in the sea
Those lands and possessions they gave them to me,
And now, my dear jewel you shall share them with me.
⁠In love we began, and in love we will end,
With joy and great mirth our days we will spend,
And a voyage to our father once more we will go,
To relieve to the old farmer of his trouble and woe. ”

“ Being weary with travel the lassie sat down;
Get up my brave lassie and let us step on,
For the sun will get round before we get home.
⁠My feet are all torn, my shoes are all rent,
I'm wearied with travel, and just like to faint. ”

“ 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 blaeberries 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 low vallies and sweet corn fields,
More than all the blaeberries your wild mountains yield. ”