Horo, my nut brown maiden
Hiri, my nut brown maiden
Horo, ro maiden
For she's the maid for me.

Chorus
Her eye so mildly beaming
Her look so frank and free
In waking and in dreaming
Is evermore with me.

Oh Mary, mild-eyed Mary
By land or on the sea
Though time and tide may vary
My heart beats true to thee.

With thy fair face before me
How sweetly flew the hour
When all thy beauty o'er me
Came streaming in its power.

The face with kindness glowing
The face that hides no guile
The light grace of thy going
The witchcraft of thy smile.

And when with blossoms laden
Bright summer comes again
I'll fetch my nut brown maiden
Down from the bonny glen.