Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks? watch
Wilt thou be my dearie, O?
Now nature cleeds the flowery lea, clothes
And a' is young and sweet like thee;
O wilt thou share its joys wi' me,
And say thou'lt be my dearie, O.
The primrose bank, the wimpling burn, winding
The cuckoo on the milk-white thorn,
The wanton lambs at early morn
Shall welcome thee, my dearie, O.