Have ye seen owt o my bonnie lad,
and are ye sure he's vveel, oh?
He's gone ower land
wiv his stick in his hand,
he's gyen to moor the keel, O!
Yes, aa'v seen yor bonny lad,
'twas on the sea aa spied him,
his grave is green, but not wi grass,
and thou'lt never lie aside him.