Oh, was not I a weary wight! 
Oh, onochrie, O! oh, onochrie, O!
Maid, wife, and widow in one night! 
Oh, onochrie, onochrie, onochrie, O!
When in my soft and tender arms, 
Oh, onochrie, O! oh, onochrie, O!
When most I thought him free from harms, 
Oh, onochrie, onochrie, onochrie, O!

Even at the dead time of the night, 
Oh, onochrie, &c.
They broke my bower and slew my knight; 
Oh, onochrie, &c.
With ae lock of his jet black hair, 
Oh, onochrie, &c.
I'll tye my heart for ever mair. 
Oh, onochrie, &c.

Nae sly-tongued youth or flattering swain, 
Oh, onochrie, &c.
Shall e'er untie this knot again; 
Oh, onochrie, &c.
Thine still, dear youth, that heart shall be, 
Oh, onochrie, &c.
Nor pant for aught, save Heaven and thee. 
Oh, onochrie, &c.