“ I chose a soldier's life to wed,
So social gay, and free;
Yet tho the lasses love me well.
And often try to rally.
None, pleases me like her who cries,
“Sweet lilies of the valley.‘
I'm now returned of late discharged
To see my native soil;
From fighting in my country's cause,
To plough my country's soil:
I care not which with either pleased,
So I possess my Sally
That little merry nymph, who cries,
“Sweet lilies of the valley“
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ THE FARMER
Come each jolly fellow that loves to be mellow,
Attend unto me and sit easy
One jorum in quiet my boys we will try it,
Dull thinking will make a man crazy;
For here I am king, let us drink, laugh and sing,
Let no man appear as a stranger;
But show me the art that refuses his glass,
And I'll order him hay in a manger.
By plowing and sowing, by reaping and mowing.
Dame nature supplies us with plenty;
I’ve a cellar well stor'd and a plentiful board,
And my garden affords every dainty
I have all things in season, both woodcock and
pheasant. ”

“ Cauld, cauld now he lies in a land amang strangers,
⁠Frae friends and fare Helen for ever away.
By the sik on the mountain resists the blast rairin’,
⁠Sae did he the brunt o’ the battle sustain,
Till treachery arrested his courage sae darin',
⁠And laid him pale lifeless upon the drear plain
Cauld winter the flower divests o' its cleadin',
⁠In simmer again it blooms bonny to see;
But naething alas! can e’er heal my heart bleeding
⁠Drear winter remaining for ever wi' me ”