As I came o'er the Cairney mount,
⁠And down amang the blooming heather,
The Highland laddie drew his dirk
⁠And sheath'd it in my wanton leather.
  ⁠O my bonnie, bonnie Highland lad,
⁠  My handsome, charming Highland laddie;
⁠  When I am sick and like to die,
⁠  He'll row me in his Highland plaidie.

With me he play'd his warlike pranks,
⁠And on me boldly did adventure,
He did attack me on both flanks,
⁠And pushed me fiercely in the centre.
  O my bonnie, &c.⁠

A furious battle then began,
⁠Wi' equal courage and desire,
Altho' he struck me three to one,
⁠I stood my ground and receiv'd his fire.
  O my bonnie, &c.⁠

But our ammunition being spent,
⁠And we quite out o' breath an' sweating,
We did agree with ae consent,
⁠To fight it out at the next meeting.
  O my bonnie, &c.⁠