When trees did bud and fields were green,
And broom bloom’d fair to see,
When Mary was complete fifteen,
And love laugh’d in her ee,
Blythe Davie’s blinks her heart did move
To speak her mind thus free:
Gang doun the burn, Davie love,
An’ I will follow thee.
Notes from Wikiquote
A more English version printed in A Collection of Old Ballads, vol. 3 (London: printed for J. Roberts, 1725), p. 251