The collier has a daughter, 
And O she's wonderous bonny!
A laird he was that sought her, 
Rich baith in lands and money:
The tutors watched the motion 
Of this young honest lover;
But love is like the ocean: 
Wha can its depths discover!

He had the art to please ye, 
And was by a' respected;
His airs sat round him easy, 
Genteel, but unaffected.
The collier's bonny lassie, 
Fair as the new blown lily,
Aye sweet, and never saucy, 
Secured the heart of Willy.

He loved beyond expression 
The charms that were about her,
And panted for possession, 
His life was dull without her.
After mature resolving, 
Close to his breast he held her;
In saftest flames dissolving, 
He tenderly thus tell'd her:

"My bonny collier's daughter, 
"Let naething discompose ye,
"'Tis nae your scanty tocher
"Shall ever gar me lose ye;
"For I have gear in plenty, 
"And love says 'tis my duty,
"To ware what heaven has lent me 
"Upon your wit and beauty."