Ance mair on Ythanside?
Or would she crush my lowly love
Beneath a brow o' pride?
I daurna claim and maurna blame
Her heart on Ythanside.
I 'll rue yon high and heathy seat
That hangs o'er Ythanside;
I 'll rue the mill where bumies meet;
I 'll rue ye, Ythanside.
And you, ye moon, wi' luckless licht,