I've seen them lilting
All at the yowe milking
Lassies a lilting
All at the dawn o day
Noo there's moaning
On ilka green loaning
The floo'ers of the forest
Are a wede away
The courting gate's idle
No lad flings his bridle
Over the yoke stoupe
And comes seeking May
Woe's hard but we misses
Our lads softest kisses
The flowers of the forest
Have gone right away
Doul and wae tae the order
Sent our lads over the border
The flowers of the forest are all gone away
The wind blows over the border
The burn flows over the border
The bird flies over the border
Hope lies over the border
If the gates and the borders
And the states and their orders
If the gates and the borders
Were a wede away...
Pull down the walls...
The wind blows over the border
The burn flows over the border
The bird flies over the border
Love lies over the border...