“ Then to yonr bags and blaw wi' bir,
⁠We'll dance the Highland fling.
Now Allister has tun'd his pipes,
And thrang as bumbees frae their bykes,
The lads and lasses loup the dykes,
⁠And gather on the green. ”

“ Lowland lassie, wilt thou go,
Where the hills are clad wi' snow,
Where beneath the icy steep,
The hardy shepherd tends his sheep ?
Ill nor wae shall thee betide,
When row'd within my Highland Plaid. ”

“ My soul is strugling to be free,
It loaths its wretched earthly dwelling;
My limbs refuse to bear their load,
Oh, God protect lone orphan Ellen.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”