He rowed me sweetly in his plaid,
And he ca’d me his dearie.
‘Will ye gang doun the water side,
And see the waves sae sweetly glide
Beneath the hazels spreading wide,
The moon it shines fu’ clearly.’
I was bred up at nae sic school,
My shepherd lad, to play the fool;
And a’ the day to sit in dool,
And naebody to see me.