lady mary ann

o lady mary ann looks o'er the castle wa',

she saw three bonie boys playing at the ba',

the youngest he was the flower amang them a',

my bonie laddie's young, but he's growin' yet.

o father, o father, an ye think it fit,

we'll send him a year to the college yet,

we'll sew a green ribbon round about his hat,

and that will let them ken he's to marry yet.

lady mary ann was a flower in the dew,

sweet was its smell and bonie was its hue,