Frae the friends and Land I love, Driv'n by Fortune's felly spite; Frae my best Beloved I rove, Never mair to taste delight. Never mair maun hope to find Ease frae toil, relief frae care ...

My Lan' ahin's a weel gaun fillie, That aft has borne me hame frae Killie, An' your auld burrough mony a time, In days when riding was nae crime But ance whan in my wooing pride I like a blockhead ...