I
Come under my plaid the night is gone to fall
Come in from the cold blast the drift and the snow
Come under my plaid and sit down beside me
There’s room in it lassie believe me for two
Come under my plaid and sit down beside me
I’ll shield you from every cold wind that can blow
Come under my plaid and sit down beside me
There’s room in it lassie believe me for two
II
Go away wiyh your plaid old Donald, Go away
I fear no the cold blast, the drift or the snow
Go away with your plaid, I’ll never sit beside you
You must be my grandfather old Donald, go away
I’m gone to meet Johnnie, he’s young and he’s bonnie
He’s been at Meg’s bridle full smart and full brave
None dances so lightly, so gracefull, so tightly
His cheeks like the new rose, his brow’s like the snow
III
Dear Marion, let that fly stick to the wall
Your Jock’s but a fool and has nothing away
The whole of his pack he has now on his back
He’s thirty and I am but threescore and two
Be frank now and kindly I’ll dress you so finely
To kirk or to market they’ll few go so braw
A comfortable house to bide in, a chaise for to ride in
And servants to tend you as often as you call
IV
My father always told me, my mother and all
You’d make a good husband and keep me always fine
It’s true I love Johnnie, he’s young and he’s bonnie
But woe’s me I know he has nothing away
I have little fortune you’ve made a good offer
I’m now more than twenty, my time is but small
So give me your plaid, I’ll creep in beside you
I think you’d been older than threescore and two