“ But Kitty is a high-born fair;
⁠A lowly name I carry,
Nor can wi' lordly Thanes compare,
⁠Who woo'd the maid to marry.
But she na scornfu' looks on me,
⁠And joy may yet betide,
For hope dares flatters mine may be,
⁠Sweet Kitt o‘ the Clyde
FINIS.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ While hafflins consenting, a red rosy blush,
It made me believe that her heart it was leal;
I press’d, caress'd, fu’ snug and fu’ cheerie,
My love, my dove, to ease a’ my woe,
I lap. she spak’, I will be your dearie. ”

“ Her (illegible text) hair loose on her bare back, like snaw,
Mair white than the lilie that grows on the lea,
But the smile that she gied was the sweetest o‘ a',
That glanc'd frae the blink o' her bonny blue e‘e ”