I haif ane helter, and eik ane hek,

Ane coird, ane creill, and als ane cradill, Fyfe fidder of raggis to stuff ane jak,

Ane auld pannell of ane laid sadill, Ane peper. polk maid of a padell,

Ane spounge, ane spindill wantand ane nok, , Twa lusty lippis to lik ane laiddill,

To gang togiddir Jynny and Jok.

Ane brechame, and twa brochis fyne

Weill buklit with a brydill renye, Ane sark maid of the linkome twyne,

Ane gay grene cloke that will nocht stenye; And yit for mister I will nocht fenye,

Fyve hundirth fleis now in a flok, Call ye nocht tham and joly menye,

To gang togiddir Jynny and Jok.

Ane trene, truncheour, ane ramehorne spone,

Twa buttis of barkit blasnit ledder, All graith that gains to hobbill schone,

Ane thraweruk to twyne ane tedder, Ane brydill, ane grith, and ane swyne bledder,

Ane maskene-fatt, ane fetterit lok, Ane scheip weill kepit fra ill wedder,

To gang togiddir Jynny and Jok,

Tak thair for my parte of the feist;

It is weill krawin I am weill bodin;

Ye may nocht say my parte is leist,

The wyfe said, speid, the kaill ar soddin. And als the laverok is fust and loddin;

When ye haif done, tak hame the brok; The rost wes tuche, sa wer thay bodin ;

Syn gaid togiddir bayth Jynny and Jok.

And art thou gone, for ever gone,

Frae friends, and love, and me! And will nae mair the witching glance

Beam frae thy bonny e'e.

But soon, ay soon, my wish will come,

To thee I'm hastening fast;
My first, my fondest thought was thine,

And thine will be my last.

Come o'er the sea,

Maiden! with me,
Mine thro' sunshine, storm and snows!

Seasons may roll,

But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes. Let fate frown on, so we love and part not; 'Tis life where thou art, 'tis death where thou art not!

Then come o'er the sea,

Maiden! with me,
Come wherever the wild wind blows;

Seasons may roll,

But the true soul
Burns the same, where'er it goes.

Is not the sea

Made for the free,
Land for courts and chains alone ?

Here we are slaves;

But on the waves, Love and Liberty's all our own! No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us !

Then come o'er the sea,

Maiden! with me,
Come wherever the wild wind blows;

Seasons may roll,

But the true soul
Burns the same, where'er it goes.

Weep no more by shading tree,

Weep no more by hallow'd stream ;
Wend thee to yon cloistered wall,

Lighted by the taper's beam.

Make thy couch the lonely brake,

Shun the lover's rosy bower,
Ne’er wilt thou with Knight thou lov'dst,

Pass the noon or twilight hour.

Far from bow'rs of bliss and thee,

Far in wild and desart land, Deep he lies the turf below,

Fallen by a heathen hand.

Dance no more in gilded hall,

When the light of day is done, Thine is now the lonely cell

Deck'd in weeds of cloister'd nun.

Sweet the tale fond love had told,

Well that tale thou lov'dst to hear; Silent is the voice for aye,

Never more to charm thy ear.

Soft she sung her vesper hymn,

At the close of curfew bell, Weeping sought her lover's bower,

In the hollow winding dell.

Fancy told full many a tale,

Visions of an ancient day, Like the phantom of the night,

Quickly, quickly fled away.