Hark to the curlew
Whistling down the syke!
Curlew — curlew?
Who ever heard the like!
What bird may it be, then?
Never any bird
Whistled will you walk with me
That ever I heard.
Who can it be, then,
Whistling down the syke?
Some lonely laddie
Behind the stell-dyke.
What shall I answer?
Bless you, my bird,
No lassie ever questioned
That ever I heard.