When the horse are in the stable
And the kye are in the byre
And the hard day's work is over
And the auld folk roond the fire
I gang slippin' through the heather
Tae you fairm ahent the hill
Jist tae see ma bonnie lassie
By the auld meal mill.
She's got een like bramble berries
She's got cheeks like mountain haws
And her lips are red like cherries
She's the bonniest floo'er that blaws
How I weary for the lousin'
How I lang tae quit the drill
And gang aff tae see my lassie
By the auld meal mill
Noo the auld folk oft-times wonder
Whit could keep me oot sae late
And they never gang tae sleep
Until they hear me sneck the gate
But the auld man, he jalouses
When he sees me tak' the hill
That I'm aff tae see ma lassie
By the auld meal mill
