The city for to view,
O, there he spied a bonnie lass
The window lookin' through.
Sae light's he jimpèd up the stair,
An' tirlèd at the pin;
An' wha sae ready as hersel
To let the laddie in?
He set Jenny on his knee,
A' in his Highland dress;
For brawlie weel he kenned the way