I neither gat

I neither gat plenishing, sillar, nor land,

Wi' the bonny wee lassie that ga'e me her hand;

But I gat a kind heart, and lovely black e'e,

And that was worth manors and mailings to me.

I might had a wife wi' a boarding school air,

Bedizen'd wi' trinkets and pearlins sae rare;

A weel stockit purse, and a lang pedigree,—

But these without true love, wad ne'er suited me.

Commend me to Jeanie, there's grace in her air,

And purity reigns in her bosom sae fair;

The tones of her voice and the blink of her e'e,

And her smile sae bewitching are treasure to me.

When absent frae her, how my bliss is impair'd,

Tho' I dine wi' the leddies, and drink wi' the laird;

But to meet her again, and her sweet bairnies three,

Is worth mailings, and manors, and kingdoms to me.