O dinna think, my bonnie lass, that I'm gaun to leave thee!
I'll nobbet gae to yonder town, and I'll come and see thee;
Gin the night be ne'er sae dark, and I be ne'er sae weary, O!
I'll tak a staff into my hand, and come and see my dearie, O!

O dinna think, my bonnie lass, that I'll e'er forsake thee!
I mean to act an honest part, and loyally to take thee;
For thou art mine, and I'll be thine, and sure we'll never weary, O!
I'll meet thee at the kirk--gate, my ain kind dearie, O!

The fairest words o' wooing men they often turn to marriage strife;
There's Sandy, how he dawtit Jean, but now he flytes now she's his wife;
Ance she was good and fair, o' her he'd never weary, O!
But now, I trow, he cares nae mair for his kind dearie, O!

But Sandy, lass, ye ken fu' weel, car'd nought but for her siller;
'Twas love of goud and glittering show that ay band him till her;
But I've nae band but love alane, and that can never weary, O!
Therefore consent and wear the chain, my ain kind dearie, O!