Will ye gang owre the lea-rig,
My ain kind dearie, O?
Will ye gang owre the lea-rig,
My ain kind dearie, O?
Gin ye'll tak' heart, and gang wi' me,
Mishap will never steer ye, O;
Gude luck lies owre the lea-rig,
My ain kind dearie, O.

There's walth owre yon green lea-rig,
My ain kind dearie, O;
There's walth owre yon green lea-rig,
My ain kind dearie, O;
It's neither land, nor gowd, nor braws,
Let them gang tapsie teerie, O;
It's walth o' peace, o' love, and truth,
My ain kind dearie, O.