Why should I sit and sigh puin' (i.e. pulling) bracken, puin' bracken
Why should I sit and sigh all alone and weary
When I see the plover rising
Or the curlew wheeling
Then I'll trow (believe,trust) my mortal lover
Back to me is stealing


As the day wears away, sad I look as down the valley
Ilka (each, every) sound wi' (with) a stound (sharp pain) sets my heart a-reeling
Oh but there is something wanting
Oh but I am weary
Come my blyth and bonny lad
Come ower (over) the knowe (small hill) tae cheer me