o wat ye wha's in yon town
tune—“i'll gang nae mair to yon toun.”
chorus—o wat ye wha's in yon town,
ye see the e'enin sun upon,
the dearest maid's in yon town,
that e'ening sun is shining on.
now haply down yon gay green shaw,
she wanders by yon spreading tree;
how blest ye flowers that round her blaw,
ye catch the glances o' her e'e!
o wat ye wha's, &c.
how blest ye birds that round her sing,
and wee in the blooming year;
and doubly wee be the spring,
the season to my jeanie dear.
o wat ye wha's, &c.
the sun blinks blythe on yon town,
among the broomy braes sae green;
but my delight in yon town,
and dearest pleasure, is my jean.
o wat ye wha's, &c.
without my fair, not a' the charms
o' paradise could yield me joy;