“ It's I'll put cuffs of black on my red coat,
⁠and mourn till the day I die, my dear,
⁠and mourn till the day I die.
I will do more for my true love,
⁠than he will do for me
I'll cut my hair and roll me bare,
⁠and mourn till the day I die. ”

“ Aye dear was the valley where Ettrick meander'd.
⁠Aye dear was the blink o' her blue rollin' ee.
O for the evening, and O for the hour,
⁠When down by yon greenwood she promised to
⁠be,
When quick as the summer-dew dries on the flower;
⁠A' earthly affections and wishes wad flee.
Let Art and let Nature display their proud treasure;
⁠Let Paradise boast of what bliss it could gie:
(illegible text) high is my bliss, and as sweet is my pleasure,
⁠In the heart-melting blink o' my lassie's blue ee. ”

“ At eight we all got under weigh,
⁠and bid a long adieu to Nancy.
Night came, and now eight bells had rung,
⁠where careless sailors ever cheerly,
On the mid-watch so jovial sung,
⁠with tempers, labour cannot weary ”