my eppie macnab

o saw ye my dearie, my eppie macnab?

o saw ye my dearie, my eppie macnab?

she's down in the yard, she's kissin the laird,

she winna e hame to her ain jock rab.

o e thy ways to me, my eppie macnab;

o e thy ways to me, my eppie macnab;

whate'er thou hast dune, be it late, be it sune,

thou's wele again to thy ain jock rab.