Aye! mair than tongue can utter, lassie,
Or mair than tender looks can tell.
Ye’re i’ my dreams by night, my lassie,
An’ ye are i’ my thoughts by day,
An’ ye’re the beacon star, my lassie.
That guides me through life’s troubled way.
I lo’e ye for those tresses, lassie,
That i’ bright jetty masses flow;
I lo’e ye for that bosom, lassie,
As white an’ fair as driven snow;