“ How happy that moment—how happy was I—
The wealth of the world such bliss could not buy,
Its wealth and its honors were nothing to me,
When with my dear Annie by the lone green-wood-tree.
“O Annie! dear Annie! ”

“ We’ve twa wabs o’ linen o’ Janet’s ain spinnin’,
⁠As thick as dog-lugs, an’ as white as the snaw!
We've a kebbuck or twa, an’ some meal i’ the girnel,
⁠Yon sow is our ain that plays grumph at the door;
An’ something, I’ve guess’d, ’s in yon auld painted kist,
⁠That Janet, fell bodie, ’s laid up to the fore!
Nae doubt, we have haen our ain sorrows and troubles,
⁠Aften times pouches toom, an’ hearts fu’ o’ care ”

“ The ehiels that are ehristened to riches an’ grandeur,
⁠Ken nought o’ the pleasure that hard labour brings;
What in idleness comes, they'in idleness squander,
⁠While the labouring man toils a’ the lang day an sings! ”