There lives a young lassie
⁠Far down yon lang glen;
How I lo'e that lassie
⁠There's nae ane can ken!
O! a saint's faith may vary.
⁠But faithful I'll be;
For weel I lo'e Mary,
⁠An' Mary lo'es me.

Red, red as the rowan
⁠Her smiling wee mou';
An' white as the gowan
⁠Her breast and her brow!
Wi' a foot o' a fairy
⁠She links o'er the lea;
O! weel I lo'e Mary,
⁠An' Mary lo'es me.

She sings sweet as onie
⁠Wee bird of the air,
And she's blithe as she's bonnie.
⁠She's guid as she's fair;
Like a lammie sae airy
⁠And artless is she,
O! weel I lo'e Mary,
⁠And Mary lo'es me!

Where yon tall forest timmer,
⁠An' lowly broom bower,
To the sunshine o' simmer
⁠Spread verdure an' flower;
There, when night clouds the cary,
⁠Beside her I'll be;
For weel I lo'e Mary,
⁠And Mary lo'es me.