"'Twas in the seventeen hunderyear O' grace, and ninety-five, That year I was the wae'est man Of ony man alive. In March the three-an'-twentieth morn, The sun raiseclear an'bright; But oh! I was a waefu' man, Ereto-fa'o' the night. Yerl Galloway langdid rule this land, Wi' equal right and fame, And thereto was his kinsmen
Wee Willie Gray, and his leather wallet, Peel a willow wand to be him boots and jacket; The rose upon the breir will be him trews an' doublet, The rose upon the breir will be him trewsan'doublet, WeeWillie Gray, and his leather wallet, Twice a lily-flower will be him sarkand cravat; Feathers of a flee
Why, why tell thy lover Bliss he never must enjoy"? Why, why undeceive him, And give all his hopes the lie? O why, while fancy, raptur'd slumbers, Chloris, Chloris all the theme, Why, why would'st thou, cruel- Wake thy lover from his dream?
Now springhas clad the grove in green, And strew'd the leawi' flowers; The furrow'd, waving corn is seen Rejoice in fostering showers. While ilka thing in nature join Their sorrows to forego, O why thus all alone are mine The weary steps o' woe! The trout in yonder wimpling burn That glides, a silver dart,
Gat ye me, O gat ye me, O gatye me wi'naething? Rockanreel, and spinning wheel, A micklequarter basin: Bye attour my Gutcherhas A heichhouse and a laich ane, A'forbye my boniesel, The tosso'Ecclefechan. O haud your tongue now, Lucky Lang, O haudyour tongue and jauner I held the gatetillyou I met, SyneI began to wander: