O SAW ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?
O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?
Shes down in the yard, shes kissin the laird,
She winna come hame to her ain Jock Rab.
O come thy ways to me, my Eppie Macnab;
O come thy ways to me, my Eppie Macnab;
Whateer thou hast dune, be it late, be it sune,
Thous welcome again to thy ain Jock Rab.
What says she, my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?
What says she, my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?
She lets thee to wit that she has thee forgot,
And for ever disowns thee, her ain Jock Rab.
O had I neer seen thee, my Eppie Macnab!
O had I neer seen thee, my Eppie Macnab!
As light as the air, and as fause as thous fair,
Thous broken the heart o thy ain Jock Rab.