Blink o'er the burn, sweet Betty

Leave kindred and friends, sweet Betty,

Leave kindred and friends for me!

Assur'd thy servant is steady

To love, to honour, and thee.

The gifts of nature and fortune,

May fly by chance as they came;

hey're grounds the destinies sport on,

But virtue is ever the same.

Altho' my fancy were roving,

Thy charms so heavenly appear;

That other beauties disproving,

I'd worship thine only, my dear!

And shou'd life's sorrows embitter

The pleasure we promis'd our loves,

To share them together is fitter,

Than moan asunder like doves.