"Come, rise up, pretty maiden, a lady you may be,
The squire is waiting for you on the banks of sweet Dundee."
"A fig for all your squires, your lords and dukes likewise,
For William's hand appears to me like diamonds in my eyes;"
"Begone, unruly maiden, you ne'er shall happy be,
For I mean to banish William from the banks of sweet Dundee."
Her uncle and the squire rode out one summer day,
"Young William he's in favour," her uncle he did say,
"But indeed it's my intention to tie him to a tree,
Or else to bribe the pressgang, on the banks of sweet Dundee."