Chorus-O wat ye wha’sin yon town,
Ye see the e’enin sun upon,
The dearest maid’s in yon town,
That e’ening sun is shining on.
Now haply down yon gay green shaw,
She wanders byyon spreading tree;
How blest ye flowers that round her blaw,
Ye catch the glances o’ her e’e!
O wat ye wha’s, &c.
How blest ye birds that round her sing,
And welcome in the blooming year;
And doubly welcome be the Spring,
The season to my Jeanie dear.
O wat ye wha’s, &c.
The sun blinks blythe on yon town,
Among the broomy braes saegreen;
But my delight in yon town,
And dearest pleasure, is my Jean.
O wat ye wha’s, &c.
Without my Fair, not a’the charms
O’Paradise could yield me joy;
But give me Jeanie in my arms
And welcome Lapland’s dreary sky!
O wat ye wha’s, &c.
My cave wad be a lover’s bower,
Tho’ raging Winter rent the air;
And she a lovely little flower,
That I wadtentand shelter there.
O wat ye wha’s, &c.
O sweet is she in yon town,
The sinkin, sun’s ganedown upon;
A fairer than’s in yontown,
His setting beam ne’er shone upon.
O wat ye wha’s, &c.
If angry Fate is sworn my foe,
And suff’ring I am doom’d to bear;
I careless quit aughtelse below,
Butspare, O spare me Jeanie dear.
O wat ye wha’s, &c.
For while life’s dearest blood is warm,
Aethought fraeher shall ne’er depart,
And she, as fairest is her form,
She has the truest, kindest heart.
O watye wha’s, &c.