Neil listened closest to what was said Of Kate, the poor but pretty maid.
And when he reached his good uncle's place 'Twas Kate that in his eyes found grace,
The while Jane simpered with conscious pride, As if to say: "Behold your bride!"
In this home he dwelt for many a day, A favorite, he, of Donald Gray.
They walked together over the hill, Or through the valleys solemn and still,
And the old man showed him acres wide That would be Jane's dower as a bride,
Then spoke of the cousin, poor but fair, Her eyes of blue and her golden hair.
"She'll hae na flocks, and she'll hae na laund, She'll hae na fortune rich and graund,
"But gin she stood in her scanty dress, Would man o' mettle luve her less?
The lad's heart warmed to the logic old. What worth has land? What worth has gold?