“ Nor she whom Paris as is recorded,
was pleas'd to order the Golden Prize.
The bright Aurora in all her glory,
or goddess Flora you far outvie,
My brain is roving in sad emotions,
I must adore you until I die.
You are an angel, you're good and pleasing? ”

“ And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly,
⁠ah! many the time and oft,
But mirth is turn'd to melancholy,
⁠For Tom is gone aloft.
Yet shall poor Tom find pleasant weather,
⁠when he who all commands,
Shall give to call life's crew together,
⁠the word to pipe all hands.
Thus Death, who Kings and Tars dispatches,
⁠Tom's life has vainly doft,
For though his body's under hatches,
⁠his soul has gone aloft.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ I hae gowd and gear, I hae land enough,
I hae seven good owsen ganging in a pleugh,
Ganging in a pleugh, and linking o'er the lee,
And gin ye winna tak me, I can let you be.
I ha'e a good ha' house, a barn and a byer,
A stack afore the door, I'll mak a rantin fire,
I'll mak a rantin fire, and merry we shall be:
And gin ye winna tak me, I can let ye be.
Jeany said to Jocky, gin ye winna tell,
Ye shall be the lad, I'll be the lass mysell;
Ye're a bonny lad, and I'm a lassie free,
Ye're welcome to tak me than to let me be.
GLASGOW,
Printed by J. & M. ROBERTSON, Saltmarket,
1802. ”