the lass o' ecclefechan

    tune—“jack o' latin.”

    gat ye me, o gat ye me,

    o gat ye me wi' naething?

    rock an reel, and spinning wheel,

    a mickle quarter basin:

    bye attour my gutcher has

    a heich house and a laich ane,

    a' forbye my bonie sel,

    the toss o' ecclefechan.

    o haud your tongue now, lucky lang,

    o haud your tongue and jauner

    i held the gate till you i met,

    syne i began to wander:

    i tint my whistle and my sang,

    i tint my peace and pleasure;

    but your green graff, now lucky lang,

    wad airt me to my treasure.