“ To promise them heather and blue heather blooms.
Kiit up your green plaidie, walk over yon hill,
For a sight of your Highland face does me much ill,
For I will wed my daughter, and spare pennies too,
To whom my heart pleases and what’s that to you.
My plaid it is broad it has colours anew,
Goodman for your kindness I’ll leave it with you,
I have got a warm cordial keeps the cold from me.
The blithe blinks of love from your daughter's eye. ”

“ 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 breathe the sweet air.
And to pull the blaeberries in the forest so fair.
To the Highlands my jewel I will not go with thee
For the road it is long and the hills they are high,
I love those vallies and sweet corn fields,
More than all the blaeberries your wild mountains yield.
Our hills they are bonny when the heather’s in bloom. ”

“ And I come for you, jewel, to share them with thee.
In love we began and in love we will end,
And in joy and mirth our days we will spend,
And a voyage to your father once more we will go,
And relieve the old farmer from his trouble and woe.
With men and maid servants us to wait upon,
So away to her father in a chaise they are gone,
The laddie went foremost, the brave Highland loun,
Till they came to the road that leads to the town. ”