Oh, the auld laird, the auld laird,

Sae canty, kind, and crouse!

How mony did he welcome to

His ain wee dear auld house!

And the leddy, too, sae genty,

There sheltered Scotland’s heir,

And clipt a lock wi’ her ain hand

Frae his lang yellow hair.

The mavis still doth sweetly sing,

The blue-bells sweetly blaw;