The Lass of Ecclefechan

written in 1795

Gat ye me, O gat ye me, O gat ye me wi' naethin, Rock an reel and spinnin wheel A mickle quarter bason. Bye attour, my Gutcher has A hich house and a laigh ane, A' for bye my bonnie sel, The toss of Ecclefechan. O had your tongue now Luckie Laing, O had your tongue and jauner; I held the gate till you I met, Syne I began to wander: I tint my whistle and my sang, I tint my peace and pleasure; But your green graff, now Luckie Laing, Wad airt me to my treasure.