tarbolton lasses, the
if ye gae up to yon hill-tap,
yell there see bonie peggy;
she kens her father is a laird,
and she forsooths a leddy.
there sophy tight, a lassie bright,
bess a handsome fortune:
wha canna win her in a night,
has little art in courtin.
gae down by faile, and taste the ale,
and tak a look o mysie;
shes dour and din, ail within,
but aiblins she may please ye.
if she be shy, her sister try,
yell maybe fancy jenny;
if yell dispense wi want o sense—
she kens hersel shes bonie.
as ye gae up by yon hills,
speir in for bonie bessy;
shell gie ye a beck, and bid ye light,