Adown my cheeks the pearls ran,
Embracing my John Highlandman.
Sing hey, etc.
But, och! they catch’d him at the last,
And bound him in a dungeon fast;
My curse upon them every one,
They’ve hang’d my braw John Highlandman.
Sing hey, etc.
And now a widow, I must mourn
The pleasures that will ne’er return;