This is the (albeit unchecked) Clutha version:

HIGH JEANNIE HIGH
(Trad)

Chorus:
And sing high Jeannie high, and sing low Jeannie low
Ye can never mak' a singing bird oot o' a hoodie crow

My faither was a gentleman, and a gentleman was he
But he's wed me tae an auld man o' three score years and three

Before I'd hae an auld man wi' thirty ploos an' land
I'd raither hae a young man wi' only hat in hand

For whan we gang tae bed at e'en he turns tae the wa'
And ne'er a hand he lays on me till mornin' licht micht da'

Noo some neebors hae advised me tae droon him in a well
Some ithers hae advised me tae grind him in a mill

But I hae ta'en my ain advice and borne him tae a plain
And I've tied him tae a whinnel strae, and he'll ne'er come back again

(whinnel strae - loose piece of straw)