“ Will ye go to the Highlands, my jewel, with me?
Will ye go to the Highlands the flocks for to see.
It is health to my jewel to breathe the sweet air,
And to pull the blackberries in the forest so fair.
To the Highlands, my jewel, I will not go with thee,
For the road it is long, and the hills they are high ”

“ He’s a rude Highland fellow, as poor as a crow,
He's of the clad Caithness for ought that I know.
But if you’ll go with him, I’m sure you’ll go bare,
You’ll have nothing father or mother can spare,
Of all I possess I’ll deprive you for aye,
If over the hills lassie you go away.
It’s father keep what you are not willing to give,
For I fain would go with him as sure as I live;
What signifies gold or treasure to me,
If the highlands is between my love and me. ”

“ For glad would I be in a barn for to be.
The place it is pleasant and bonny indeed,
But the people are hard-hearted to us that’s in need,
Perhaps they’ll not grant us their barn nor byre,
But I’ll go and ask them as it is your desire. ”