The Siller Croun
“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 ’m forced to break my faith,
I ’ll lay me doun an’ dee.
For I hae vowed a virgin’s vow
My lover’s fate to share,
An’ he has gi’en to me his heart,
And what can man do mair?
His mind and manners won my heart:
He gratefu’ took the gift;
And did I wish to seek it back,
It wad be waur than theft.
The langest life can ne’er repay
The love he bears to me,
And ere I ’m forced to break my faith,
I ’ll lay me doun an’ dee.