“ In a neat little cottage by a shady green tree.
No longer they wander in desarts alone,
In content they do live in their cottage at home.
The lark, thrush & linnet round their cottage do sing,
And both live as happy as a prince or a king. ”

“ Begone, you muckle gowk,
and a bonny pair you'll be,
For how do you think he can
maintain himself and thee ?
There’s naething between you twa,
but the claes upon your back;
And when you married are,
there’s many a thing you lack. ”

“ An ride at our head, to the bride's a' paradin';
⁠At ilka farm-town
⁠He'll fire them a roun',
Till the hale kintra ring wi' the Kebbuckstone Weddin'.
Jamie an' Johnnie maun ride the brouse,
⁠For few like them can fit in the saddle;
An' Willy Cooreath the best o' bows,
⁠Is trysted to jig i' the barn wi' his fiddle;
⁠Wi' whiskin' an' fliskin',
⁠An' reelin' an' wheelin',
The young anes are a' like to loup out o' the body ”