A bonny lass I will confess - Is pleasant to the e'e, But without some better qualities - She's no a lass for me...

But Amanda's looks are blythe and sweet,
And what is best of a',
Her reputation is compleat,
And fair without a flaw.

The Lass of the Old Mill,
So bonny, blyth and gay,
In spite of all my Skill.
She stole my Heart away,
When tedding of the Hay,
Bare-headed on the Green,
Love 'midst her Locks did play,
And wanton'd in her Een...

Green grow the rashes, O;
Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
Are spent amang the lasses, O.