Let her be young, or yet too old, yet too old, yet too old,
But for her beauty she must be sold.
The haughty thing, she won’t come out, she won’t come out, she won’t come out;
The haughty thing, she won’t come out,
To help us with our dancing.
Now we have got a beautiful maid, a beautiful maid, a beautiful maid;
Now we have got a beautiful maid,
To help us with our dancing.
—Nairn (Mrs. Jamieson, through Rev. W. Gregor).
One poor sailor dressed in blue, dressed in blue, dressed in blue,
One poor sailor dressed in blue,
Has come for the sake of your daughter Sue.
My daughter Sue, she is too young,
She cannot bear your flattering tongue.
Whether she be young, or whether she be old,
For her beauty she must be sold.
Take her, take her, the coach is free.
The fairest one that I can see is bonny ( ), come with me.