There’s a youth in this city, it were a great pity
That he from our lassies should wander awa’;
For he’s bonieand braw, weel-favor’d witha’,
An’ his hair has a natural bucklean’ a’.

His coat is the hue o’ his bonnet saeblue,
His fecketis white as the new-driven snaw;
His hose they are blae, and his shoonlike the slae,
And his clear siller buckles, they dazzle us a’.

For beauty and fortune the laddie’s been courtin;
Weel-featur’d, weel-tocher’d, weel-mounted an’braw;
Butchiefly the sillerthat gars him gangtillher,
The penny’s the jewel that beautifies a’.

There’s Meg wi’the mailenthat fainwada haen him,
And Susie, wha’sdaddie was lairdo’the Ha’;
There’s lang-tocher’d Nancy maistfetters his fancy,
-But the laddie’s dear sel’, he loes dearest of a’.