“ For they are toys, and still look less,
⁠Compar'd with Cathrine Ogie.
I fear the gods have not decreed
⁠For me so fine a creature
Whose beauty rare makes her exceed
⁠All other works in Nature.
Clouds of despair surround my love,
⁠They are both dark and foggie;
Pity my case, ye powers above!
⁠Else I die for Cathrine Ogie.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ Oh! where will you hurry my dearest?
⁠say, say to what clime or what shore?
Will you tear him from me, the sincerest?
⁠that ever lov'd woman before.
Ah! cruel hard-hearted from press him,
⁠and force the dear youth to my arms ”

“ Nor you gang to toil in the cauld fields again,
As little to think on the beinning o't.
O' sheep we hae scores, an' o' kye twenty-five,
Far less we hae seen wad a made us fu' blithe;
But thrift and industry maks poor fouk to thrive,
A clear proof o' that is the spinning o‘t. ”