"Dunellie he has daughters five,
An' some o' them are fair,
Sae, how will I ken thy true love
Amang sae mony there?"
"Yell ken her by her stately step
As she gaes up the ha;
Yell ken her by the look o' love
That peers out owre them a';
"Yell ken her by the braid o' goud
That spreads owre her e'e bree;