“ She excels all the maids in the north country.
I’ve scarce taken my hand my pen for to hold,
To write my love a letter on the charms of gold,
Her teeth is like the ivory, her eyes as black as sloes,
She wounds my poor heart wherever she goes. ”

“ Fond birds, 'tis new the moaning breaks,
⁠tis Kate of Aberdeen.
Now blithsome o’er the dewy mead,
⁠where elves disportive play, The festal dance young shepherds lead,
⁠or sing their love tun’d lay:
Till May, in morning robe draws nigh,
⁠and claims a virgin Queen,
The nymphs and swains exulting cry,
⁠“here’s Kate of Aberdeen,”
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ My sister calls me whore and jade.
And all for the oxtering my bonny lad.
⁠⁠My bonny lad, &c.
⁠But if my sweet babe it was born,
My parents ne’er shall hold me in scorn,
For all their frowns I would disdain. ”