《Poems and Songs of Robert Burns》tarbolton lasses, the

  tarbolton lasses, the
  if ye gae up to yon hill-tap,
  yell there see bonie peggy;
  she kens her father is a laird,
  and she forsooths a leddy.
  there sophy tight, a lassie bright,
  bess a handsome fortune:
  wha canna win her in a night,
  has little art in courtin.
  gae down by faile, and taste the ale,
  and tak a look o mysie;
  shes dour and din, ail within,
  but aiblins she may please ye.
  if she be shy, her sister try,
  yell maybe fancy jenny;
  if yell dispense wi want o sense—
  she kens hersel shes bonie.
  as ye gae up by yon hills,
  speir in for bonie bessy;
  shell gie ye a beck, and bid ye light,
  and handsomely address ye.
  theres few sae bonie, nane sae guid,
  in a king ge dominion;
  if ye should doubt the truth o this—
  its bessys ain opinion!
  ah, woe is me, my motherar
  paraphrase of jeremiah, 15th chap., 10th verse.
  ah, woe is me, my motherar!
  a man of strife yeve born me:
  for sair contention i maun bear;
  they hate, revile, and scorn me.
  i neer could lend on bill or band,
  that five per cent. might blest me;
  and borrowing, on the tither hand,
  theil a ane wad trust me.
  yet i, a coinnied wight,
  by fortune quite discad;
  ye see how i am, day and night,
  by lad and lass blackguad!