(Chorus)
Bonnie lassie, will ye go,
Will ye go, will ye go?
Bonnie lassie, will ye go
Tae the birks of Aberfeldy?
Now Simmer blinks on flow’ry braes,
And o’er the crystal stream lets plays;
Come, let us spend the lightsome days
In the birks of Aberfeldy.
The little birdies blythely sing,
While o’er their heads the hazels hing,
Or lightly flit on wanton wing
In the birks of Aberfeldy.
The braes ascend like lofty wa’s,
The foaming stream, deep-roaring, fa’s
O’erhung wi’ fragrant-spreading shaws
The birks of Aberfeldy.
The hoary cliffs are crown’d wi flowers,
White o’er the linns the burnie pours,
And, rising, weets wi’ misty showers
The birks of Aberfeldy.
Let Fortune’s gifts at random flee,
They ne’er shall draw a wish frae me;
Supremely blest wi’ love and thee
In the birks of Aberfeldy