Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

  the laddie's dear sel'
  there's a youth in this city, it were a great pity
  that he from our lassies should wander awa';
  for he's bonie and braw, weel-favor'd witha',
  an' his hair has a natural buckle an' a'.
  his coat is the hue o' his bonnet sae blue,
  his fecket is white as the new-driven snaw;
  his hose they are blae, and his shoon like the slae,
  and his clear siller buckles, they dazzle us a'.
  for beauty and fortune the laddie's been courtin;
  weel-featur'd, weel-tocher'd, weel-mounted an' braw;
  but chiefly the siller that gars him gang till her,
  the penny's the jewel that beautifies a'.
  there's meg wi' the mailen that fain wad a haen him,
  and susie, wha's daddie was laird o' the ha';
  there's lang-tocher'd nancy maist fetters his fancy,
  —but the laddie's dear sel', he loes dearest of a'.