my tocher's the jewel
o meikle thinks my luve o' my beauty,
and meikle thinks my luve o' my kin;
but little thinks my luve i ken brawlie
my tocher's the jewel has charms for him.
it's a' for the apple he'll nourish the tree,
it's a' for the hinny he'll cherish the bee,
my laddie's sae meikle in luve wi' the siller,
he canna hae luve to spare for me.