Carolina Nairne Quotes

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

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

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

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

A penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree.