tarbolton lasses, the

if ye gae up to yon hill-tap,

yell there see bonie peggy;

she kens her father is a laird,

and she forsooths a leddy.

there sophy tight, a lassie bright,

bess a handsome fortune:

wha canna win her in a night,

has little art in courtin.

gae down by faile, and taste the ale,

and tak a look o mysie;

shes dour and din, ail within,

but aiblins she may please ye.

if she be shy, her sister try,

yell maybe fancy jenny;

if yell dispense wi want o sense—

she kens hersel shes bonie.

as ye gae up by yon hills,

speir in for bonie bessy;

shell gie ye a beck, and bid ye light,