There's Nae Lark

There’s nae lark loves the light, 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