The Blades with Beaus came down she knows,
Like ring Rooks fro Strecy Boggy;
And four and twanty Highland Lads,
Were following Kathern Loggy.
When I did ken this muckle Trame,
And every ene did know her;
I spir'd of Willy what they mean,
Quo he they aw do Mow her:
There's ne'er a Lass in aw Scotland,
From Dundee to Strecy Boggy;