o never look down, myssie, at a',

o never look down, myssie, at a',

thy lips are as sweet, and thy figure plete,

as the finest dame in castle or ha'.

tho' thou has nae silk, and hond sae sma',

tho' thou has nae silk, and hond sae sma',

thy coat and thy sark are thy ain handiwark,

anddy jean was never sae braw.