When day was deid I met my Dear 
On fair Kirkconnel Lea;
Though fause een spied, I knew no fear,
His love was over me.
He kissed me fu' upon the mou',
He looked me in the ee,
An' whispered low "Nor Life nor Death 
Shall Part my Love frae me."

The Span o' Life's nae lang eneugh, 
Nor deep eneugh the sea,
Nor braid eneugh this weary world
To part my Love frae me.

Though mony an' mony a day hath died
On fair Kirkconnel Lea
Sin' I stood by my True Love's side
An' melted 'neath his ee.
Yet ilka wind that afans my cheek
Kisses his in Germanie,
An' bids me bide: for what shall make 
to part my Love frae me?