Here y'are

A puir lad yince and a lad sae trim
Hi the haw, the gillieflour, hie the thyme!
A puir lad yince and a lad sae trim
He loed a lassie that loedna him.

Says, she gae fetch to me ye rogue
Your mither's hairt to feed my dog

Tae his mither's hous gaed that young man
He cut out her hairt and awa he ran.

Noo as he ran he trippit and fell
and the hairt rolled on the grun as well

Nou the hairt it stotted against a stane
And the laddie heard it makin its mane.

Nou the hairt was greetin and cryin fu sma
Are ye hurt my bairn, are ye hurt at aa?

There's a wee sample on Lucy and Chris's page here. Their CD is wonderful.