“ The heather blooms on Pentland hills,
The rising sun blinks o'er the sea,
While Annie breathes the fragrant gales,
On yon burnside by Woodhouselee.
Come gentle peace, thou heavenly friend,
And soother of terestrial woe,
Do thou thy olive branch extend,
Whenever love does find a foe;
Till joy and harmony unite,
And Annie’s love wi' mine agree,
Then I'll enclasp my heart’s delight,
The bonny lass of Woodhouselee.
FINIS.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ Who would blush when I prais'd her, and weep if I blam'd,
How blest could I live, and yow calm could I die!
⁠How blest could I live, &e.
Ev'ry leaf was at rest, &c.
By the shade of yon summach, whose red berry dips
⁠In the gush of the fountain, how sweet to recline
And to know that I sigh'd upon innocent lips,
⁠Which ne'er had been sigh'd on by any but me. ”

“ That there fell out a great dispute
⁠Between Argyle and Airly.
Argyle has raised a hundred men,
⁠A hundred men and mairly,
And he has gone to the back of Dunkeld,
⁠To plunder the bonny house of Airly. ”