the lass o' ecclefechan
  tune—“jack o' latin.”
  gat ye me, o gat ye me,
  o gat ye me wi' naething?
  rock an reel, and spinning wheel,
  a mickle quarter basin:
  bye attour my gutcher has
  a heich house and a laich ane,
  a' forbye my bonie sel,
  the toss o' ecclefechan.
  o haud your tongue now, lucky lang,
  o haud your tongue and jauner
  i held the gate till you i met,
  syne i began to wander:
  i tint my whistle and my sang,
  i tint my peace and pleasure;
  but your green graff, now lucky lang,
  wad airt me to my treasure.