A cap and ribbon for my hair,
But mark what soon came on it;
As late at kirk we somewhat stood,
in spite of mam or daddie O!;
He married me, do all I could
the Caledonian laddie, O.O my, &c.
A Hunting Song
With early horn, salute the morn,
That gilds this charming place;
With cheerful cries bid echo rise,
And join the jovial chase,
The vocal hills around,
The waving woods,
The chrystal floods,
Return the enliv'ning sound.