“ I would think myseif happy wi; a coatie of plaiden,
⁠Wi' an innocent herd on the hills of Glenshee.
Believe me, dear lassie; Caledoida's clear waters
⁠May alter their course and run back from the sea,
Her brave hardy sons submit to be in fetters,
⁠But cease and believe not such baseness in me.
The lark may forget to rise in the morning,
⁠The spring may forget to revive on the lea,
But never will I while my senses govern me,
⁠Forget to be kind to the Lass o' Glenshee. ”

“ She's always as gay as the fine summer weather
⁠When the sun's at his height on the hills of Glenshee.
To meet wi' my Jeanie away I would venture,
⁠She's sweet as the echo that rings o er the lee
She's spotless and pure as the robes in the winter
⁠When laid out to bleach on the hills of Glenshee
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ The howlet was screamin while Johnnie cried, Women
Wad marry auld Nick if he'd keep them ay braw.
O the deil's in the lasses, they gang now sae braw,
They'll lie down wi' auld men of fourscore and twa;
The hale of their marriage is gowd and a carriage,
Plain love is the cauldest blast now that can blaw. ”