“ Sae lovely, sweet and fair;
I hear her voice in ilka bird,
Wi’ music charm the air.
There’s no a bonnie flower that springs,
By fountain, shaw, or green,
Nor yet a bonny bird that sings,
But minds me o’ my Jean. ”

“ Sought she the burnie whare flowers the haw free?
Her hair it is lint-white, her skin it is milk-white,
Dark is the blue o’ her saft-rolling e’e,
Red, red her ripe lips, and sweeter than roses,
Where could my wee thing wander frae me? ”

“ What care I for a’ your wealth,
An a’ that ye can gi’e, Donald?
He wears nae plaid, nor tartan hose,
Nor garters at his knee, Donald;
But O he wears a faithfu’ heart,
And love blinks in his e’e, Donald.
Sae haud awa, bide awa,
Come nae mair at e’en, Donald;
I wadna break my Jamie’s heart,
To be a Highland Queen, Donald.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”