i hae sworn by the heavens to be true;

and sae may the heavens forget me,

when i forget my vow!

o plight me your faith, my mary,

and plight me your lily-white hand;

o plight me your faith, my mary,

before i leave scotia's strand.

we hae plighted our troth, my mary,

in mutual affection to join;

and curst be the cause that shall part us!

the hour and the moment o' time!