I'm goin' wi' a lassie fae Pittenweem,
She's every fisher laddie's dream.
She guts the herrin' doon by the quay,
And saves her kisses just for me.

Well, last July it come tae pass 
I met this bonnie fisher lass,
Wi' her e'en sae blue, and black was her hair.
I met her doon by the village fair.

Oh, Pittenweem, Pittenweem,
     She's every fisher laddie's dream.
     She guts the herrin' doon by the quay,
     And saves her kisses just for me.

So I says tae her, "Can I see ye hame?"
She says, "Och fine, but I ken yer game.
But ne'er the less, ye're awfy kind.
In fact, a widnae really mind."

So I took her hame that Saterday nicht.
The moon was shinin' oh sae bricht.
And as we sat there on the grass,
I said, "Hey, Jo, will ye be ma lass?"

Well, she's ma lass noo, and weel I ken
She disnae gang wi' other men:
'Cause I was fast but they were slow, 
And that's how I won my Pittenweem Jo.

Footnote:  The harbour at Pittenweem was first recorded as a port in 1228 and the heyday of the fishing industry in the burgh was during the latter half of the 19^th century and early last century. John Watt’s beautiful love song, a modern song with a traditional ring, harks back to the golden age of Pittenweem Harbour. A doyen of the folk movement in Fife, John now lives in ‘exile’ in the bonnie toun o Milnathort.