https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ez1O5swf1IM&feature=player_embeddedA young girl's paean to her beloved, still as fresh and strong as when it was written centuries ago.
I found a translation and hacked it into a singable form;
Tis my love and my treasure
Who has gone to Glengarry
With his tresses of gold
And his kisses like honey
And you suit what you're wearing
More than any man living
You look best in your clothing
Of any I've seen
You look best in your stockings
And your comfortable schoon
A green coat from London
That cost many crowns
When you come to the fair
You'll bring home all my gear
My small belt and comb
And the band for my hair
And my Edinburgh belt
And my Dunkeld head-dress
We'll get cattle from Mearns
And sheep from Caithness
And rear them in a sheiling
In the dear Braes of Rannoch
In the hut of sweet dalliance
That's enclosed by the trees
The cuckoo will sing sweetly
To us both from the branches
The brown stag and its roaring
Will wake us in the morning.
"To learn who rules over you, simply find out who you are not allowed to criticize" - Voltaire