her e'en, sae bonie blue, betray
how she repays my passion;
but prudence is her o'erword aye,
she talks o' rank and fashion.
o why, &c.
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?
o why, &c.
how blest the simple cotter's fate!
he woos his artless dearie;
the silly bogles, wealth and state,
can never make him eerie,
o why, &c.