As I ganged by the Luckenbooths I saw a lady fair,
She had lang pendles in her ears and jewels in her hair,
And when she cam tae oor hoose she spiered at wha was ben,
'O hae ye seen my lost love, wi his braw Hieland men?'

The smile about her bonny face was sweeter than the bee,
Her voice was like the lintie's sang aboon the birken tree,
But when the minister cam oot her mare began tae prance,
And rade intae the sunset - beyont the coast o France.