“ And I told you at parting, you know with much pain,
That me nor Lochaber, you’d ne’er see again.
⁠O I did you intreat, and I did you implore,
To stay with your Jenny, who did you adore,
The name of a coward, you curs’d and despis’d,
You slighted my counsel, my tears, and my cries:
⁠And don’t you remember, your answer so smart,
A fair lady was never won with a faint heart,
And thus my advice, you did treat with disdain,
But you’ll never see me nor Lochaber again.
⁠O what would you give your dear Jenny to see? ”

“ To the praise of the Stewartry of brave Galloway.
This country abounds with fresh water and lochs,
Dividing the same into mountains and trochs,
With pleasant fine valleys, where fishes do play,
That nourishes the Stewartry of brave Galloway.
There’s both doe and roe in our mountains so high
Skipping to and fro just as they pass by;
There’s both wool and cloath, to buy if you may,
That enriches the Stewartry of brave Galloway. ”

“ And never shall leave you nor the British shore.
⁠But as there are dangers attending on war,
May heaven preserve us, poor souls that we are;
When the guns they shall rattle, the cannons shall roar
And hundreds are lying in their blood and gore ”