bonie hen,
it's plenty beets the luver's fire.”
“for johnie o' the buskie-glen,
i dinna care a single flie;
he lo'es sae weel his craps and kye,
he has nae love to spare for me;
but blythe's the blink o' robie's e'e,
and weel i wat he lo'es me dear:
ae blink o' him i wad na gie
for buskie-glen and a' his gear.”
“o thoughtless ssie, life's a faught;
the iest gate, the strife is sair;
but aye fu'—han't is fe' best,
a hungry care's an unco care:
but some will spend and some will
The Country Lass(2/3)