wha kills me wi' disdaining.
say, was thy little mate unkind,
and heard thee as the careless wind?
oh, nocht but love and sorrow join'd,
sic notes o' woe could wauken!
thou tells o' never-ending care;
o'speechless grief, and dark despair:
for pity's sake, sweet bird, nae mair!
or my poor heart is broken.