but blythe's the blink o' robie's e'e,

and weel i wat he lo'es me dear:

ae blink o' him i wad na gie

for buskie-glen and a' his gear.”

“o thoughtlessssie, life's a faught;

the canniest gate, the strife is sair;

but aye fu'—han't is fechtin' best,

a hungry care's an unco care:

but some will spend and some will spare,

an' wilfu' folk maun hae their will;

syne as ye brew, my maiden fair,

keep mind that ye maun drink the yill.”

“o gear will buy me rigs o'nd,

and gear will buy me sheep and kye;

but the tender heart o' leesome love,

the gowd and siller canna buy;

we may be poor—robie and i—

light is the burden loveys on;

content and love brings peace and joy—

what mair hae queens upon a throne?”