ye sall get gowns and ribbons meet,

cauf-leather shoon upon your feet,

and in my arms ye'se lie and sleep,

an' ye sall be my dearie.

ca' the yowes, &c.

if ye'll but stand to what ye've said,

i'se gang wi' thee, my shepherd lad,

and ye may row me in your plaid,

and i sall be your dearie.

ca' the yowes, &c.

while waters wimple to the sea,

while day blinks in the lift sae hie,

till clay-cauld death sall blin' my e'e,

ye sall be my dearie.

ca' the yowes, &c.