The queen’s meat it was sae sweet,
Her cleiding was sae rare,
It gart me grien for sweet Willie,
And I’ll rue it evermair.
R
Burns, in a letter to Mrs Dunlop, January 25, 1790; Currie, II, 290, 1800.
Little did my mother think,
That day she cradled me,
What land I was to travel in,
Or what death I should die!