my eppie macnab
o saw ye my dearie, my eppie macnab?
o saw ye my dearie, my eppie macnab?
she's down in the yard, she's kissin the laird,
she winnae hame to her ain jock rab.
oe thy ways to me, my eppie macnab;
oe thy ways to me, my eppie macnab;
whate'er thou hast dune, be it late, be it sune,
thou's wee again to thy ain jock rab.