Oh, gin I were a baron's heir, and could I braid wi' gems your hair,
And make ye braw as ye are fair, lassie, would ye lo – o'e me
And could I tak' ye to the toun, and shaw ye braw sights mony a ane,
And busk ye fine in silken goon, lassie, would ye lo – o'e me
Or should ye be content to prove, in lowly life unfading love,
A heart that nought on earth could move, lassie, would ye lo – o'e me
And ere the lav'rock wing the skie, say, wad ye to the forest hie,
And work wi' me sae merrilee, lassie, could ye lo – o'e me
And when the braw moon glistens o'er, oor wee bit bield and heath’ry moor,
Will ye na greet for ye're sae poor, lassie, though I lo – o'e ye
For I ha'e nought to offer ye, nae gold fae mines, nae pearl fae sea,
Nor am I come o' hie degree, lassie, but I lo – o'e ye
Oh, gin I were a baron's heir, and could I braid wi' gems your hair,
And make ye braw as ye are fair, lassie, would ye lo – o'e me