Reach down my cloak, I’ll to the quay,

And see him come ashore.

For there’s nae luck about the house,

There’s nae luck at a’; 10

There’s little pleasure in the house,

When our gudeman’s awa’.

And gie to me my bigonet,

My bishop’s satin gown;

For I maun tell the baillie’s wife 15

That Colin’s in the town.