The wids are wide, the heather's thick,
It wraps her roon, a bonnie plaidie,
The bracken winna clype nor cheep,
The lea-lang nicht, he held her steady.

An fin auld age creeps in twa-fauld,
Maks o' a maid a dottled deem,
She'll hug it tae her, like a shawl,
Yon nichts she beddit, i' the breem.

Buik learnin's gran — a puckle lear
Pits pith an pouer in yer powe,
The lips were vrocht for kittler cheer,
Set on anither's cracks a lowe,
Caa's caution, rikkin ower the whin,
The bluid gangs soondin like a drum,
Braith braks on braith, a boundin linn,
An searin hett's the brand's owercome.

Love sunders lad an lass in turn,
Can ne'er be brukk, nor broukit,
Aince pree the wave, yer doon the burn,
Yer ower the heid, an drookit.