“ There is not in this wide world a valley so sweet,
As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet,
Oh! the last ray of feeling and life must depart,
Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart! ”

“ Perchance he may dream, but the vision shall tell
Of his lady love’s bower, and her latest farewell.
Illusion and love chase the battles alarms,
He shall dream that his Mistress lies lock’d in his arms ”

“ An’s aff to the town for a ladin’ o’ nappy,
⁠Wi’ fonth o’ gude meat,
⁠To ser’ us to eat,
She wi’ fuddlin, an’ feastin’ we’ll a’ be fou happy.
Wee Patie Brydie’s to say the grace,
⁠The body’s ay ready at dredgies an’ weddin's,
An’ flunkey M‘Fee, o’ the Skiverton place,
⁠Is chosen to scuttle the pies an’ the puddin’s ”