Sawney is a bonny lad,
But Sawney kens it well,
And Sawney might a boon have had,
But Sawney loves to tell.
He weens that I mun love him soon,
Gin lovers now are rare,
But I'd as lief have none, as one,
Whom twanty share.

When anent your love [bad word] 
Ah! Sawney were you [bad word] 
What tho' I seem to frown and gloom,
I ne'er could gang from you.
Yet still my tongue, do what I can,
With muckle woe denies,
Wa'es me! when once we like a man,
It boots not to be wise.