“ O mother, mother, mak my bed,
⁠O mak it saft and narrow;
Since my love died for me to-day,
⁠I'll die for him to-morrow.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ Say, canst thou face the flaky snaw,
⁠Nor shrink before the warping wind?
O can that saft and gentlest mien,
⁠Severest hardships learn to bear,
Nor sad regret each courtly scene,
⁠Where thou wast fairest of the fair? ”

“ The simmer to nature, my Willie to me.
Rest, ye wild storms, in the cave of your slumbers,
⁠How your dread howling lover alarms
Wauken ye breezes, row gently ye lows,
⁠And waft my dear ladie ance mair in my arms
But oh, if he's faithless and mind nae Nannie,
⁠Flow still between us, thou wide-roa (illegible text) m
May I never see it, may I never trow
⁠But, dying, believe that my Willie's ain. ”