but blythe's the blink o' robie's e'e,
and weel i wat he lo'es me dear:
ae blink o' him i wad na gie
for buskie-glen and a' his gear.”
“o thoughtless lassie, life's a faught;
the canniest gate, the strife is sair;
but aye fu'—han't is fechtin' best,
a hungry care's an unco care:
but some will spend and some will spare,
an' wilfu' folk maun hae their will;
syne as ye brew, my maiden fair,
keep mind that ye maun drink the yill.”
“o gear will buy me rigs o' land,
and gear will buy me sheep and kye;
but the tender heart o' leesome love,
the gowd and siller canna buy;
we may be poor—robie and i—
light is the burden love lays on;
content and love brings peace and joy—
what mair hae queens upon a throne?”