O, my Luve is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve is like the melodie,
That's sweetly played in tune.
Robert Burns- A Red, Red Rose

The golden hours on angel wings
Flew o'er me and my dearie,
For dear to me as light and life
Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Robert Burns- Highland Mary

The wisest man the warl' e'er saw,
He dearly loved the lasses, O.
Robert Burns- Green Grow the Rashes

She is a winsome wee thing,
She is a handsome wee thing,
She is a bonny wee thing,
This sweet wee wife o' mine.
Robert Burns- My Wife's a Winsome Wee Thing

Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland lass!
William Wordsworth,
The Solitary Reaper

Green peas, mutton pies,
Tell me where my Jeannie lies,
And I’ll be with her ere she rise,
And cuddle her to my bosom.

I love Jeannie over and over,
I love Jeannie among the clover;
I love Jeannie, and Jeannie loves me,
That’s the lass that I’ll go with.
Anon.