Canst thou love me, Mary?
Wilt thou love me, Mary?
Didst, thou love me, Mary?
Blest I'd be!
Nae greater gift con Heav'n bestow,
Thou art sae dear to me.
 
Thou hast stown my heart, O Mary dear,
With thy bewitching e'e,
And tho' a lowly cottage maid,
Thou'rt a' the world to me!
 
When first the moon peeps o'er the hill,
This night O steal to me,
And by two dazzling stars, thy e'en,
I swear I'll wedded be.