"O say, bonny lass, will you lye in a barrack, 
And marry a soldier, and carry his wallet, 
O say, wou'd you leave baith your mither and daddy, 
And follow the camp with your soldier laddy?"
'O yes, bonny lad, I could lye in a barrack, 
And marry a soldier, and carry his wallet; 
I'd neither ask leave of my mither or daddy, 
But follow my dearest, my soldier laddy.' 
"But say, bonny lass, when I go into battle, 
Where dying men groan, and loud cannons rattle?" 
'O then, bonny lad, I will share a' thy harms,
And should'st thou be kill'd, I will die in thy arms.'