Her een sae bonnie blue betray
How she repays my passion;
But prudence is her o'erword aye, refrain
She talks of rank and fashion.
O wha can prudence think upon,
And sic a lassie by him?
O wha can prudence think upon,
And sae in love as I am?
How blest the wild-wood Indian's fate!
He woos his artless dearie—