O' the lass that I lo'ed first o'
a'
Was handsome, young and fair
Wi' her I spent some merry nichts
Upon the banks o' Ayr.
Wi' her I spent some happy nichts
Whaur yonder burnie rows,
And the echo mocks the corncraik
Amang the whinny knowes.
We lo'ed each other dearly
Disputes we never had
As constant as the pendulum,
Her heart-beat always gaed
We sought for joy an' found it,
Whaur yonder burnie rows
And the echo mocks the corncraik
Amang the whinny knowes.
Oh maidens fair and pleasures
dames,
Drive to the banks o' Doon
You'll dearly pay your every cent
To barbers for perfume
But rural joy is free to a'
Where scented clover grows
And the echo mocks the corncraik
Amang the whinny knowes.
