BEneath a green shade I fand a fair maid,
Was sleeping sound and still – O;
A’ lowan wi’ love, my fancy did rove
Around her with good will – O:
Her bosom I prest; but, sunk in her rest,
She stirdna my Joy to spill – O:
While kindly she slept, close to her I crept,
And kiss’d and kiss’d her my fill – O.
Oblig’d by command in Flanders to land,
T’employ my courage and skill – O,
Frae’er quietly I staw, hoist sails and awa,
For wind blew fair on the bill – O.
Twa years brought me hame, where loud fraising fame
Tald me with a voice right shill – O,
My lass, like a fool, had mounted the stool,
Nor kend wha had done her the ill – O.
Mair fond of her charms, with my son in her arms,
I ferlying speer’d how she fell – O.
Wi’ the tear in her eye, quoth she, let me die,
Sweet sir, gin I can tell – O.
Love gave the command, I took her by the hand,
And bad her a’ fears expell – O,
And nae mair look wan, for I was the man
Wha had done her the deed my sell – O.
My bonny sweet lass on the gowany grass,
Beneath the shilling-hill – O,
If I did offence, I’se make ye amends
Before I leave Peggy’s mill – O.
O the mill, mill – O, and the kill, kill – O,
And the cogging of the wheel – O;
The sack and the sieve, a’ that ye maun leave,
And round with a sodger reel – O.