spare,
an' wilfu' folk mauheir will;
syne as ye brew, my maiden fair,
keep mind that ye maun drink the yill.”
“o gear will buy me rigs o' nd,
and gear will buy me sheep and kye;
but the tender heart o' leesome love,
the gowd and siller a buy;
we may be poor—robie and i—
light is the burden love ys on;
tent and love brings pead joy—
what mair hae queens upon a throne?”