i hae sworn by the heavens to be true;
and sae may the heavens forget me,
when i forget my vow!
o plight me your faith, my mary,
and plight me your lily-white hand;
o plight me your faith, my mary,
before i leave scotia's strand.
we hae plighted our troth, my mary,
in mutual affection to join;
and curst be the cause that shall part us!
the hour and the moment o' time!