but fortune may betray thee.

i ken they scorn my low estate,

but that does never grieve me;

for i'm as free as any he;

sma' siller will relieve me.

i'll count my health my greatest wealth,

sae lang as i'll enjoy it;

i'll fear nae scant, i'll bode nae want,

as lang's i get employment.

but far off fowls hae feathers fair,

and, aye until ye try them,

tho' they seem fair, still have a care;

they may prove waur than i am.

but at twal' at night, when the moon shines bright,

my dear, i'lle and see thee;

for the man that loves his mistress weel,

nae travel makes him weary.