Who’d muckle land and kine,
A lassie lov’d, for beauty fam’d,
Fair Anna of the Tyne.
And thus would Sandy joyous sing,
“Fair maid, O be but mine;
More blest I’d be than laird or king,
With Anna of the Tyne.”
“Kind youth,” she cried, “nae kine or land,
Nor money I’ve in store;
Then cease to ask my humble hand,