Gif a lassie spurn a laddie
Wi’ her needless Nays,
Thraves will pet the hapless plaidie
Wi’ their loving ways;
So if Kirsty blaw him cauldly
As a winter day,
Bess and Belle will bless him bauldly
Wi’ the breath of May.
Prudery still affects the valley,
Shady and alane,
Meeting souls that loveward sally,
Icy as a stane.
On the mountain true Love singeth,
Liberty is there;
Dalliance wingeth, Pleasure springeth,
From her waving hair.
On the peaks abide the pleasures,
Young and sweet and free,
Yoked with Youth’s immortal treasures,
Love and Liberty;
So, the hilltops seek while soaring,
Eaglet of Love’s sky;
Light adorned and Light adoring,
Bask, and burn and die.