i hae sworn by the heavens to be true;

and sae y the heavens et ,

when i et vow!

o plight your faith, ry,

and plight your lily-white hand;

o plight your faith, ry,

before i leave scotia's strand.

we hae plighted our troth, ry,

in tual affection to join;

and curst be the cause that shall part us!

the hour and the nt o' ti!