Oatcakes Are A Delicate Relish When Eaten

The Lightly-jumping, Glowrin' Trouts, That Thro' My Waters Play.

My Heart Is Sair-i Dare Na Tell, My Heart Is Sair For Somebody.

Misled By Fancy's Meteor Ray, By Passion Driven; But Yet The Light That Led Astray Was Light From Heaven.

Oh, Stay, Sweet Warbling Woodlark, Stay, Nor Quit For Me The Trembling Spray, A Hapless Lover Courts Thy Lay, Thy Soothing, Fond Complaining.

At Length His Lonely Cot Appears In View, Beneath The Shelter Of An Aged Tree; Th' Expectant Wee-things, Toddling, Stacher Thro' To Meet Their Dad, Wi' Flichterin Noise An' Glee.