“ Up started a collier, says, what brought you here?
Indeed, Mr. Devil, I don't very well know,
But I think I am come to the regions below.
Says the collier, what was you in the world above ?
I was an Exciseman, and few did me love;
Indeed, Mr. Devil, the truth I will tell,
Since I have got here, I will be what you will.
Since you're an Exciseman, here you must remain,
You will never get out of this dark cell again;
The gates they are fast, and bind you secure,
All this you must suffer for robbing the poor. ”

“ No more I'll love the treacherous man
⁠That pierced my hero's bosom.
A kind and tender heart was thine,
⁠Thy friendship was abused;
A braver man ne'er faced a foe,
⁠Hadst thou been fairly used.
For thee a maid I'll live and die,
⁠Glengyle shall ne'er espouse me;
And for the space of seven long years,
⁠The dowy black shall clothe me.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”