But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
Gin a body meet a body Coming thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry?
'T is sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside,-Jessy!
Auld Nature swears the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O; Her 'prentice han' she tried on man, And then she made the lasses, O!
My heart 's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart 's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
My dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!