Carolina Nairne

She's mad for refusing the Laird o' Cockpen.

A penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree.

Oh, we ’re a’ noddin’, nid, nid, noddin’; Oh, we ’re a’ noddin’ at our house at hame.

Gude nicht, and joy be wi' you a'.

There's nae sorrow there, John, There's neither cauld nor care, John, The day is aye fair, In the land o' the leal.