Come weel, come woe, I care na by, reck not
I'll tak what Heav'n will send me, O;
Nae ither care in life have I,
But live, an' love my Nannie, O.
THE RIGS O' BARLEY
It was upon a Lammas night,
When corn rigs are bonnie, ridges
Beneath the moon's unclouded light
I held awa to Annie: took my way
The time flew by wi' tentless heed, careless