Brume blumes bonnie and grows sae fair,
Whare the greene green trees are budding sae gaily.
And we'll neer gae down to the brume nae mair.
"Wi hawke and hounde we will hunt sae rarely,
Brume blumes bonnie and grows sae fair,
And we'll come back in the morning early."
And we'll neer gae down to the brume nae mair.
They rade on like sister and brither,
Brume blumes bonnie and grows sae fair,
And they hunted and hawket in the valley thegether.