Ye gallants bright, I rede you right,Beware o’ bonie Ann;Her comely face sae fu’ o’ grace,Your heart she will trepan:Her een sae bright, like stars by night,Her skin sae like the swan;Sae jimply lac’d her genty waist,That sweetly ye might span.
Youth, Grace, and Love attendant move,And pleasure leads the van:In a’ their charms, and conquering arms,They wait on bonie Ann.The captive bands may chain the hands,But love enslaves the man:Ye gallants braw, I rede you a’,Beware o’ bonie Ann!