Aye when I mind on ‘s bonny yellow hair,
I aye hae cause to mourn.
1
There was a bonny, a well-fared may,
In the fauld milking her kye,
When by came a troop of merry gentlemen,
And sae merrily they rode by.
O the broom, etc.
2
The maid she sang till the hills they rang,