From notes to Ray Fisher's Traditional Songs of Scotland (Saydisc CD-SDL 391).

MY LADDIE'S BEDSIDE

O it's I am awa' tae my laddie's bedside
I am awa' for tae be my laddie's guide
I am awa' tae my laddie's bedside,
Though his faither and mither be angry

O, at my bedisde, my lassie, ye'll no sit
At my bedisde, my lassie, ye'll no sit
For I hae choos'd a guide, and a far better fit,
So begone, lassie, wha' cares for ye?

Well ye might have courted one, my love, ye might have courted seven.
Ye might have courted eight, nine, ten and eleven.
Ye can go and court anither, that'll mak' up the dozen,
But be kind tae yer auld love for a' that.

O come back, my bonnie lassie, dinna gang awa' (x 3)
I was only in a jest for tae try ye.

Well if you were in jest, my laddie, I wis in nane.
So lang, lang, my bonnie laddie, may ye lie yer lane
O lang, lang, my bonnie laddie, may ye lie yer lane
And think upon the bonnie lass that lo'ed ye.

For the trees they are high, my love, the leaves they are green.
The years are passing by, my love, that you and I hae seen.
Thru' the lang winters' nicht when ye have tae lie your lane,
Ach! ye'll weary lang before I'll come and see ye.