Gat ye me, O gat ye me,O gat ye me wi’ naething?Rock an reel, and spinning wheel,A mickle quarter basin:Bye attour my Gutcher hasA heich house and a laich ane,A’ forbye my bonie sel,The toss o’ Ecclefechan.
O haud your tongue now, Lucky Lang,O haud your tongue and jaunerI held the gate till you I met,Syne I began to wander:I tint my whistle and my sang,I tint my peace and pleasure;But your green graff, now Lucky Lang,Wad airt me to my treasure.