Our manly, darling bairn's gane;
But nae ane ward o' war!
Or thae amid the birken shaw,
Or in the Rowan-Bower,
Or wand'ring o'er the heathry haugh,
To while awa the hour.
But ah! nae mair I'll Jeanie tell,
Nor word of battle speak,
Nor at Kil'kranky's pass he fell,
For then her heart wad break!