There's a lassie I know, I tell you so
Her smile like the beaming spring
This I'm told that you might know
Of what I surely sing
Her touch is like the dew in the morn
As it dances on the green glenn
She's cute as a colt that's newborn
If it delights you, ask the wren
If she wandered till she was lost far away
I walk until my weary bones might drop
And resume my search the very next day
That my heart might never stop
And when I find her wherever she has roamed
I'll pick her up with myself, and then I go
Back to the glenn and unto her dearing home
Of this I'm sure you'll know
Then she'll forever more be mine
And I'll never leave her, astray
Always she'll walk with me behind
We'll walk our way...