“ As long as the blood does flow in each vein;
So never be daunted, nor yet broken hearted,
The time it is short lass, I'll come back again.
⁠Each morning I rise I'll still think upon thee,
And when I'm at drill I'll ay do the same;
At night when parading along the smooth pavement,
My Allie, my Allie shall flow in my brain.
Now Allie be constant, and true every moment
To me, in my absence and red coated state.
Remember, dear Allie, false love is rewarded
By Him that's above, the ruler of fate.
ALLIE's REPLY.
OH Jamie, dear Jamie, why do you grieve me? ”

“ While the gay birds enjoying baith woodlands and fountain,
Or sweetly do chant on the lang yellow broom;
On a green thorn bush, near a village, sings cheerly,
Some lovely young linnets, one I love dearly,
That one I could shelter in my bosom securely,
The lovely young lassie I saw at Broomfauld.
⁠With her I could lie on a cold barren mountain,
In a straw cover'd cottage, though never so poor;
Where foot never trode, save the wild deer rebounding
A roe-buck that stots o'er the heath-cover'd muir. ”

“ Beside the bonny hawthorn that blooms in the vale
⁠That blooms in the vale, that blooms in the vale
⁠Beside the bonny hawthorn that blooms in the vale.
O hark bonny Bess, hear the birds in yon grove,
How delightful they sing how inviting to love ”