Mary's Song

I wad ha'e gi'en him my lips tae kiss,

Had I been his, had I been his;

Barley breid and elder wine,

Had I been his as he is mine.

The wanderin' bee it seeks the rose;

Tae the lochan's bosom the burnie goes;

The grey bird cries at evenin's fa',

'My luve, my fair one, come awa'.'

My beloved sall ha'e this he'rt tae break,

Reid, reid wine and the barley cake,

A he'rt tae break, and a mou' tae kiss,

Tho' he be nae mine, as I am his.