“ And as they walk’d, of love they talk’d,
and joys which lovers crown'd.
And now the sun had rose to noon,
the zenith of his power,
When to a shade their steps they made,
to pass the mid-day hour.
The bonny lad row’d in his plaid
the lass, who scorn’d to frown;
the soon forgot the ewes she fought,
and he to gang to town.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ For to the royal he does belong.
⁠Young Jamie you call the Rover.
I need not strange at Nature’s change,
Tho’ he abroad be forc’d to range,
I'll find him out where he remains,
⁠Young Jamie you call the Rover. ”