Various

“ For had I the wealth which the Indies impart,
⁠No pleasure would it give me,
Without the lovely girl of my heart—
The sweet lovely girl of my heart.
⁠My domain far extends,
⁠And sustains social friends,
Who make music divinely enchanting ”

“ Has she been to the kirk wi' thee, my boy Tammy?
Has she been to the kirk wi' thee, my boy Tammy?
⁠She has been to the kirk wi' me,
⁠And the tear was in her e'e—
But oh! she's but a young thing, just come frae her mammy! ”

“ Whilst hope in promis'd joys abounding,
⁠Inspires the artless strain we're singing;
And when the skylark spreads his wing,
We make each neighbouring valley ring,
⁠Hail, hail to the beam of morning! ”

“ SLOW broke the light and sweet breath'd the morn,
When a maiden I saw sitting under a thorn,
Her dark hair hung loose on her bosom of snow,
Her eyes look'd bewilder'd, her cheeks pale with woe.
Ah! whence is thy sorrow, fair maiden? ”

“ At eight we all got under weigh,
⁠And bid a long adieu to Nancy.
Night came—and now eight bells had rung
⁠While carless sailors, ever cheery,
On the mid-watch so jovial sung,
⁠With tempers labour cannot weary ”

“ What signifies the life o' man,
⁠An' 'twere na for the lasses, O.
⁠Green grow, &c.
The warl'y race may riches chase,
⁠An riches still may fly them, O;
An' tho; at last they catch them fast,
⁠Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.
⁠Green grow, &c. ”