IT TUE CILVIRATtO 'URNS
... She eharm'd my soul, I wist na how ; And ay the stoond, the deafly wound, Cam Ira her een, sae bonnie blue. But spare to speak, and spare to speed, She'll aiblins listen to my vow; Should she refuse, I'll lay me dead, To her twa eeo, sae bonnie blue ...