Nor think o’ Donald mair.”
O, wha wad buy a silken gown
Wi’ a puir broken heart?
Or what’s to me a siller crown
Gin frae my love I part?
The mind whose meanest wish is pure
Far dearest is to me,
And ere I’m forced to break my faith,
I’ll lay me down and dee.
For I hae vowed a virgin’s vow