“ Is there a heart that never lov’d,
⁠Nor felt soft woman’s sigh?
Is there a man can mark, umnov’d,
⁠Dear woman’s tearful eye?
Oh! bear him to some distant shore,
⁠Or solitary cell,
Where nought but savage monsters roar,
⁠Where love ne'er deign’d to dwell. ”

“ But when he vow'd he wad mak her his bride,
Tho’ his flocks and his herds were not few,
She gied him her hand, and a kiss beside,
And vow’d she'd for ever be true,
Bonnie Jockie, bylthe and free,
Won her heart right merrily ”

“ THO’ I AM NOW A VERY LIITLE LAD. Though I am now a very little lad,
If fighting men cannot be had, For want of a better I may do
To follow the boys with a rat-tat-too.
I may seem tender, yet I'm tough,
And tho’ not much of me, I’m right good stuff
Of this I’ll boast, say more who can,
I never was afraid to face my man. ”