altho' his daddie was naeird,

and tho' i hae nae meikle tocher,

yet rich in kindest, truest love,

we'll tent our flocks by ga water.

it ne'er was wealth, it ne'er was wealth,

that coft contentment, peace, or pleasure;

the bands and bliss o' mutual love,

o that's the chiefest warld's treasure.