“ WIll you go to the highlands jewel with me,
Will you go to the high hills the flocks to see,
It is health for my jewel to breathe the sweet air,
And to pull the blaeberries in the forest so fair.
⁠To the highlands my jewel I will not go with thee,
For the road it is long and the hills they are high,
I do love these low vallies and sweet corn fields,
More than all your blaeberries your wild mountains yield. ”

“ He is a rude highland fellow as poor as the crow,
He’s of the clan of the Catherines for ought that I know.
⁠But if you go with him I’m sure you’s go bare,
You shall have nothing that father or mother can spare,
Of all I possess I’ll deprive you for ay,
If o’er the hills lassie you do go away.
⁠It’s father keep what you’re not willing to give,
For I will go with him as sure as I live,
What signifies gold or treasure to me,
When the highland hills are between my love and me. ”

“ I would lie in this desart until that I die.
⁠The day is far spent, and the night coming on,
Then step you aside to yon bonny mill town,
And there you ask lodging for thee and for me,
For glad would I be in a barn to be. ”