Classic Poem

T HERE'S nae lark loves the lift, my dear,
———There's nae ship loves the sea,
There's nae bee loves the heather-bells,
———That loves as I love thee, my love,
———That loves as I love thee.

The whin shines fair upon the fell,
———The blithe broom on the lea:
The muirside wind is merry at heart:
———It's a' for love of thee, my love,
———It's a' for love of thee.