We'll gae down by Clouden side, go
Thro' the hazels, spreading wide
O'er the waves that sweetly glide
To the moon sae clearly.
Yonder Clouden's silent towers,
Where at moonshine's midnight hours,
O'er the dewy bending flowers,
Fairies dance sae cheery.
Ghaist nor bogle shall thou fear; Ghost, goblin