From Norman Buchan's "The Scottish Folksinger":

THE MAGDALEN GREEN

I am a brisk young sailor lad, just newly come from sea
My gallant ship lies anchored in the harbour o' Dundee
Young Betsy being the fairest girl that e'er my eyes have seen
I asked her would she take a walk all along by the Magadalen Green

But, roguish smile upon her face, she answered me and said:
To take a walk with you, young man, it's I would be afraid
For the roads they are so slippery and the night so hard and keen
And it would not do for me to fall all along by the Magdalen Green"

But with false words and flattering tongue the lass soon gied consent
We wandered here, we wandered there, and happy times we spent
And mony's the day and night we roamed to view the pleasant scene
I'm afraid this maid got mony's the fall all along by the Magdalen Green

But some strange thought had crossed my mind that I would go to sea
And leave my bonny Betsy, my maid o' sweet Dundee
I bade farewell to Dundee where happy we had been
And left this maid to weep and mourn all along by the Magdalen Green

One day as I lay slumbering I dreamed a fearful dream
I dreamed I was the father of a darling little son
And for that dear young maiden I saw her there quite plain
And she was sad lamenting all along by the Magdalen Green

So come all you brisk young sailor lads and a warning take by me
Never love a fair young maid the shun her company
But I'll come back to Dundee town, for a rascal I have been
And I will make it up to her all along by the Magdalen Green