i ken they scorn my low estate,
but that does never grieve me;
for i'm as free as any he;
sma' siller will relieve me.
i'll count my health my greatest wealth,
saeng as i'll enjoy it;
i'll fear nae scant, i'll bode nae want,
asng's i get employment.
but far off fowls hae feathers fair,
and, aye until ye try them,
tho' they seem fair, still have a care;
they may prove waur than i am.
but at twal' at night, when the moon shines bright,
my dear, i'll e and see thee;
for the man that loves his mistress weel,
nae travel makes him weary.