Gat ye me, O gat ye me,
O gatye me wi’naething?
Rockanreel, and spinning wheel,
A micklequarter basin:
Bye attour my Gutcherhas
A heichhouse and a laich ane,
A’forbye my boniesel,
The tosso’Ecclefechan.

O haud your tongue now, Lucky Lang,
O haudyour tongue and jauner
I held the gatetillyou I met,
SyneI began to wander:
I tint my whistle and my sang,
I tintmy peace and pleasure;
Butyour green graff, now LuckyLang,
Wadairtme to my treasure.