the lass o' ecclefechan
    tune—“jack o' latin.”
    gat ye me, o gat ye me,
    o gat ye me wi' naething?
    rock an reel, and spinning wheel,
    a mickle quarter basin:
    bye attour my gutcher has
    a heich house and a laich ane,
    a' forbye my bonie sel,
    the toss o' ecclefechan.
    o haud your tongue now, lucky lang,
    o haud your tongue and jauner
    i held the gate till you i met,
    syne i began to wander:
    i tint my whistle and my sang,
    i tint my peace and pleasure;
    but your green graff, now lucky lang,
    wad airt me to my treasure.