MY love stuid at the loanin side
An held me by the hand,
The bonniest lad that e'er did bide
In a' this waefu land-
There's but ae bonnier to be seen
Frae Pentland to the sea,
An for his sake but yestreen
I sent my love frae me.
I gied my love the white white rose
That's at my feyther's waa,
It is the bonniest flouer that growes
Whaur ilka flouer is braw;
There's but ae bonnier that I ken
Frae Perth unto the main,
An that's the flouer o Scotland's men
That's fechtin for his ain.
Gin I haed kept whate'er was mine
As I hae gied my best,
My hert were licht by day, an syne
The nicht wad bring me rest;
There is nae heavier hert to finnd
Frae Forfar toon to Ayr,
As aye I sit me doon to mind
On him I see nae mair.
Lad, gin ye fa' by Chairlie's side
To rid this land o shame,
There winna be a prooder bride
Than her ye left at hame,
But I will seek ye whaur ye sleep
Frae lawlands to the peat,
An ilka nicht at mirk I'll creep
To lay me at yer feet.