I maun ride hame, I maun gang hame,

And bide nae langer here;

The road is lang, the mirk soon on,

And howlets mak' me fear.

Light down, and bide wi' us a' night,

We'll choose for ye a bonnie lass,

Ye'll get your wield and pick o' them a'

And the time it soon awa' will pass.

Wha will ye gie, if I wi' ye bide,

To be my bonny bonny bride,