The Siller Croun

And ye shall walk in silk attire,

And siller hae to spare,

Gin ye’ll consent to be his bride,

Nor think o’ Donald mair.

O wha wad buy a silken goun

Wi’ a poor broken heart!

Or what’s to me a siller croun,

Gin frae my love I part!

The mind wha’s every wish is pure

Far dearer is to me;

And ere I’m forc’d to break my faith,

I’ll lay me down an’ dee!

For I hae pledg’d my virgin troth

Brave Donald’s fate to share;

And he has gi’en to me his heart,

Wi’ a’ its virtues rare.

His gentle manners wan my heart,

He gratefu’ took the gift;

Could I but think to seek it back,

It wad be waur than theft!

For langest life can ne’er repay

The love he bears to me;

And ere I’m forc’d to break my troth,

I’ll lay me doun an’ dee.