O an ye were dead Gudeman – 
 [bad word] 

O an ye were dead gudeman, 

green turf on your head, gudeman, 

I wad bestow my widowhood 

Upon a rantin Highlandman. – 

  

There's sax eggs in the pan, gudeman, 

There's sax eggs in the pan, gudeman; 

There's ane to you, and twa to me, 

And three to our John Highlandman. – 

O an ye &c. 

  

sheep-head's in the pot, gudeman, 

sheep-head's in the pot, gudeman; 

The flesh to him the broo to me, 

An the horns [bad word] your brow, gudeman. – 

  
 [bad word] to the last verse – 

Sing round about the fire wi' [bad word] she ran, 

An rownd about the fire wi' [bad word] she ran: 

Your horns shall tie you to the staw, 

And I shall bang your hide, gudeman. –