The coalier has a daughter,
And O she 's wonder bonny!
A laird he was that sought her,
Rich baith in lands and money.
The tutors watch'd 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 coalier's bonny lassie,
Fair as the new-blown lily,
Ay sweet and never saucy,
Secur'd the heart of Willy.

He lov'd 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 coalier's daughter,
Let naithing discompose ye,
'Tis not your scanty tocher
Shall ever make 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.