“ When labour taks the play a while;
The lamp gaes out for want o‘ oil,
And sae it far’d wi' Davie.
O, Daintie Davie, &c.
There's ne’er a bar but what’s complete,
While ilka note is ay so sweet,
That auld and young get to their feet,
When they hear Daintie Davie.
Until the latest hour of time,
When music a‘ her power shall tine,
Each hill, and dale, and grove, shall ring
Wi’ bonnie Daintie Davie.
O, Daintie Davie, &c.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ Far hae ye wander'd, I ken, my dear laddie!
Now that ye've found me, there’s nae cause to
rue;
Wi’ wealth we’ll hae plenty. I’ll ne’er gang gaudy,
I ne’er wish'd fo mair than a heart that is true. ”

“ Houseless, and wearie, sleep’d cauld on the lea
Ne’er have I tried yet to mak luve to onie;
For ne’er loo’d I onie till ance l saw you;
Now we’re alane in the green wood sae bonnie!—
Oh! tell me, oh tell me how for to woo!
What care I for your wandering, young laddie!
What care I for your crossing the sea! ”