altho' his daddie was nae laird,

and tho' i hae nae meikle tocher,

yet rich in kindest, truest love,

we'll tent our flocks by galla water.

it ne'er was wealth, it ne'er was wealth,

that coft contentment, peace, or pleasure;

the bands and bliss o' mutual love,

o that's the chiefest warld's treasure.