blythe hae i been on yon hill
    tune—“the quaker's wife.”
    blythe hae i been on yon hill,
    as the lambs before me;
    careless ilka thought and free,
    as the breeze flew o'er me;
    now nae langer sport and play,
    mirth or sang can please me;
    lesley is sae fair and coy,
    care and anguish seize me.
    heavy, heavy is the task,
    hopeless love declaring;
    trembling, i dow nocht but glow'r,
    sighing, dumb despairing!
    if she winna ease the thraws
    in my bosom swelling,
    underneath the grass-green sod,
    soon maun be my dwelling.