'A few short years of evil past, we reach the happy shore where death-divided friends at last shall meet to part no more.'

Ca' the yowes to the kn owes,
Ca' them where the heather grows,
Ca' them where the burnie rows,
My bonnie dearie.

Fair and lovely as thou art,
Thou hast stown my very heart;
I can die - but canna part,
My bonnie dearie...