“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 ’...