'Tis nae very lang sinsyne
That I had a lad o' my ain;
But now he's awa' to anither,
And left me a' my lane.
The lass he's courting has siller,
And I hae nane at a';
'Tis nought but the love of the tocher
That's tane my lad awa'.

But I wish they were buckled together,
And may they live happy for life;
Tho' Willie does slight me, and's left me,
The chield he deserves a good wife.
But, O! I'm blyth that I've miss'd him,
As blythe as I weel can be;
For ane that's sae keen o' the siller
Will ne'er agree wi' me.

Contentment is better than riches,
And he wha has that has enough;
The master is seldom sae happy
As Robin that drives the plough.
But if a young lad wou'd cast up,
To make me a partner for life,
If the chield has the sense to be happy,
He'll fa' on his feet for a wife.