She has open’d the door, she has open’d it wide,
     She sees the pale corse on the plain, oh: 
     “My true love!” she cried, and sank down by his side,
     Never to rise again, oh.

Lovely Young Jessie

     True hearted was he, the sad swain o’ the Yarrow,
     And fair are the maids on the banks of the Ayr;
     But by the sweet side o’ the Nith’s winding river,
     Are lovers as faithful, and maidens as fair: 
     To equal young Jessie seek Scotland all over;
     To equal young Jessie you seek it in vain,
     Grace, beauty, and elegance, fetter her lover,
     And maidenly modesty fixes the chain.

     O, fresh is the rose in the gay, dewy morning,
     And sweet is the lily, at evening close;
     But in the fair presence o’ lovely young Jessie,
     Unseen is the lily, unheeded the rose. 
     Love sits in her smile, a wizard ensnaring;
     Enthron’d in her een he delivers his law: 
     And still to her charms she alone is a stranger;
     Her modest demeanour’s the jewel of a’.

Meg O’ The Mill

     O ken ye what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten,
     An’ ken ye what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten? 
     She gotten a coof wi’ a claut o’ siller,
     And broken the heart o’ the barley Miller.

     The Miller was strappin, the Miller was ruddy;
     A heart like a lord, and a hue like a lady;
     The laird was a widdifu’, bleerit knurl;
     She’s left the gude fellow, and taen the churl.

     The Miller he hecht her a heart leal and loving,
     The lair did address her wi’ matter mair moving,
     A fine pacing-horse wi’ a clear chained bridle,
     A whip by her side, and a bonie side-saddle.

     O wae on the siller, it is sae prevailin’,
     And wae on the love that is fixed on a mailen! 
     A tocher’s nae word in a true lover’s parle,
     But gie me my love, and a fig for the warl’!

Meg O’ The Mill—­Another Version

     O ken ye what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten,
     An’ ken ye what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten? 
     A braw new naig wi’ the tail o’ a rottan,
     And that’s what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten.

     O ken ye what Meg o’ the Mill lo’es dearly,
     An’ ken ye what Meg o’ the Mill lo’es dearly? 
     A dram o’ gude strunt in the morning early,
     And that’s what Meg o’ the Mill lo’es dearly.

     O ken ye how Meg o’ the Mill was married,
     An’ ken ye how Meg o’ the Mill was married? 
     The priest he was oxter’d, the clark he was carried,
     And that’s how Meg o’ the Mill was married.

     O ken ye how Meg o’ the Mill was bedded,
     An’ ken ye how Meg o’ the Mill was bedded? 
     The groom gat sae fou’, he fell awald beside it,
     And that’s how Meg o’ the Mill was bedded.