In simmer when the hay was mawn,
    And corn wav'd green on ilka field,
While claver blooms white o'er the lea,
    And roses blaw in ilka bield
    Blythe Bessie in the milking shield
Says, I'll be wed come o't what will:
    Out spak a dame in wrinkled eild,
O' gude advisement comes nae ill.

Its ye ha'e wooers mony ane,
    And, lassie, ye're but young, ye ken,
Then wait a wee, and cannie wale
     ... 
    There's Johnie o' the Buskie-glen,
Fu' is his barn, fu' is his byre.
    Tak this frae me, my bonnie hen,
Its plenty heets the luver's fire :
A routhie butt, a routhie ben.

 ... 

O! gear will buy me rigs o' land,
    And gear will buy me sheep and kye;
But the tender heart o' leesome loove,
    The gowd and siller canna buy.
    We may be poor, Robie and I,
Light is the burden loove lays on;
    Content and loove brings peace and joy;
What mair hae queens upon a throne?