“ Will you go to the Highlands the flocks for to see,
It is health to my jewel to breath this sweet air,
And to pull the blackberries 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 love those vallies and sweet corn fields
More than all the blaeberries your wild mountains yield.
Our hills they are bonnie when the heather’s in bloom,
It would cheer a fine fancy in the month of june,
To pull the blaeberries and carry them home,
And set them on your table when December comes on. ”

“ For the sun will go round before we get home.
My feet are all torn my shoes are all rent,
I,m wearied with travel, and just like to faint,
Were it not for the sake of your kind company,
I would lie in the desert until that I die. ”

“ My flocks they are thin, and my lodgings but bare.
And you that has meikle the more you can spare;
Some of your spare pennies with me you will share,
And you winna send your lassie o’er the hills bare.
He went to his daughter to give her advice.
Said he if you go with him i'm sure you’r not wise,
He’s a rude Highland fellow as poor as a crow ”