O, wat ye wha’s in yon town,
Ye see the e’enin sun upon?
The fairest dame’s in yon town,
That e’enin sun is shining on.
I.
Now haply down yon gay green shaw,
She wanders by yon spreading tree;
How blest ye flow’rs that round her blaw,
Ye catch the glances o’ her e’e!
II.
How blest ye birds that round her sing,
And welcome in the blooming year!
And doubly welcome be the spring,
The season to my Lucy dear.
III.
The sun blinks blithe on yon town,
And on yon bonnie braes of Ayr;
But my delight in yon town,
And dearest bliss, is Lucy fair.
IV.
Without my love, not a’ the charms
O’ Paradise could yield me joy;
But gie me Lucy in my arms,
And welcome Lapland’s dreary sky!
V.