Seek aye to Ythanside,
An' hover round yon fairy bush
That spreads o'er Ythanside?
I think I see its pawkie boughs,
Where lovers weel might hide;
An', oh, what heart could safely sit
Yon nicht on Ythanside.
Could I return and own the scaith
I thole frae Ythanside,
Would her mild eye bend lythe on me