“ When wilt thou break my stubborn heart?
O death how slow to take my part?
Whatever I pursue denies,
Death, death itself like Myra flies.
Love and despair, like twins, possest,
At the same fatal birth my breast! ”

“ Ah suppose, ah suppose that some cruel cruel wound
would pierce your Highland laddie s breast, and all
your hopes confound;
The pipes should play a cheerful strain the banners
round him fly,
And the spirit of a Highland chief should glister in
his eye. ”

“ We'll defend the tarry woo.
He lives content and envies none,
Not ev'n a monarch on his throne,
Though he the royal sceptre sways,
Has not sweeter holy days.
Who'd be a king can ony tell,
When shepherd lives sae well;
Sings sae well and pays his due,
With honest heart and tarry woo
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”