"She's weel worth winning, for in her hand She hauds the deed o' a' his land.
"She's far frae haun'some—a homely lass, As you will see—but let that pass."
"Why should I wed a woman that's plain? You didn't yourself." McLeod was vain.
He smiled and he smirked, "Ah, true, Neil, true, But I was haun'somer nor you.
"Juist coort this cousin, and never mind Squint or freckle, since luve is blind—
"Or ought tae be in sic case as this— 'Tis no a chance I'd hae ye miss.
"Jane's na sae braw as her cousin Kate, But 'tis wi' Jane I'd hae ye mate;
"For Kate, poor lassie, she hasna land— Her face is her fortune, understand.
"Gie her guid day when ye chance tae meet, But Jane, remember, your fain tae greet
"Wi' warmer words, and a gallant air. Go, win a wife—and a warld o' care!"