ChorusO wat ye whas in yon town,
Ye see the eenin sun upon,
The dearest maids in yon town,
That eening sun is shining on.
NOW haply down yon gay green shaw,
She wanders by yon spreading tree;
How blest ye flowers that round her blaw,
Ye catch the glances o her ee!
O wat ye whas, &c.
How blest ye birds that round her sing,
And welcome in the blooming year;
And doubly welcome be the Spring,
The season to my Jeanie dear.
O wat ye whas, &c.
The sun blinks blythe on yon town,
Among the broomy braes sae green;
But my delight in yon town,
And dearest pleasure, is my Jean.
O wat ye whas, &c.
Without my Fair, not a the charms
O Paradise could yield me joy;
But give me Jeanie in my arms
And welcome Laplands dreary sky!
O wat ye whas, &c.
My cave wad be a lovers bower,
Tho raging Winter rent the air;
And she a lovely little flower,
That I wad tent and shelter there.
O wat ye whas, &c.
O sweet is she in yon town,
The sinkin, suns gane down upon;
A fairer thans in yon town,
His setting beam neer shone upon.
O wat ye whas, &c.
If angry Fate is sworn my foe,
And suffring I am doomd to bear;
I careless quit aught else below,
But spare, O spare me Jeanie dear.
O wat ye whas, &c.
For while lifes dearest blood is warm,
Ae thought frae her shall neer depart,
And she, as fairest is her form,
She has the truest, kindest heart.
O wat ye whas, &c.