Mist lay on the meadows—
A purty sight to see.
Downling in the dimpsy, the dimpsy, the dimpsy—
Downling in the dimpsy
Theer went a maid wi' me.
Two gude mile o' walkin'
Not wan word o' talkin',
Then I axed a question
An' put the same to she.
Uplong in the owl-light, the owl-light, the owl-light—