• “and ye sail walk in silk attire,
      And siller hae to spare,
    Gin ye ’ll consent to be his bride,
      Nor think o’ Donald mair.”

    O, wha wad buy a silken goun
      Wi’ a puir broken heart?
    Or what ’s to me a siller croun
      Gin frae my love I part?

    The mind whose meanest wish is pure
      Far dearest is to me,
    And ere I ’...