Thou'rt gane awa', thou'rt gane awa', 
Thou'rt gane awa' frae me, Mary; 
Nor friends nor I could make thee stay,
Thou'st cheated them and me, Mary. 
Until this hour I never thought
That aught could alter thee, Mary; 
Thou'rt still the mistress of my heart,
Think what you will of me, Mary.

Though you've been false, yet, while I live, 
I'll loe nae maid but thee, Mary;
Let friends forget, as I forgive, 
Thy wrongs to them and me, Mary.
So then, farewell! of this be sure, 
Since you've been false to me, Mary;
For all the world I'd not endure 
Half what I've done for thee, Mary.