As I cam down by yon castle wa'

As I cam down by yon castle wa',

And in by yon garden green,

O, there I spied a bonnie lass,

But the flow'r borders were us between.

A bonnie, bonnie lassie she was,

As ever mine eyes did see!

O, five hundred pounds would I give,

For to have a pretty bride like thee.

To have a pretty bride like me,

Young man, ye are fairly mista'en;

Tho' ye were king o' fair Scotland,

I then wad despise being your queen.

Talk not so high, my bonnie, bonnie lass,

O, talk not so very, very high;

The man at the fair that wad sell,

Maun learn at the man that wad buy.