Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December.

As I was a-wandering ae midsummer e'enin'

Awa' wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms

By Allan stream I chanced to rove
By yon castle wa', at the close of the day.

Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy?
Ca' the yowes to the knowes

Clarinda, mistress of my soul

Come, let me take thee to my breast
Coming through the rye, poor body
Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair
Could aught of song declare my pains

Farewell, thou fair day, thou green earth, and

Had I a cave on some wild distant shore
Heard ye o' the tree of France? .

Here awa', there awa', wandering Willie
Here is the glen, and here the bower

I am a son of Mars, who have been in many

I once was a maid, though I cannot tell when

It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me

My father was a farmer upon the Carrick border, O

My Harry was a gallant gay

My heart is a-breaking, dear tittie

My heart is sair - I dare na tell

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not

No churchman am I for to rail and to write

Oh Lady Mary Ann looked o'er the castle wa'

O ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten?

O luve will venture in where it daurna weel be

O mirk, mirk is this midnight hour
O my luve's like a red, red rose.

On a bank of flowers, in a summer day