"Oh! whar awa got ye that auld crookit penny?
For ane o bricht gowd wad ye niffer wi me?
Richt fu are baith ends o my green silken wallet,
An braw will yer hame be in bonnie Glen Shee."
"Its oh! that I saw the dear laddie
that had it,
Wha when we were bairnies twa gied it to me;
For a the bricht gowd in yet green silken wallet,
I never wad niffer my crookit
"Oh! what awa got ye that
auld worsted plaidie?
A mantle o satin were fitter for thee;
I wad cleed ye wi satin, an mak
ye a lady,
Gin ye will gang wi me to bonnie Glen Shee."
"Ye may cleed me wi satin an mak
me a lady
An tak me aft wi ye to bonnie Glen Shee;
But the heart that beats true neath this auld worsted plaidie
Was gien him lang syne for his bawbee."
"Ye ken na the laddie that gied ye the penny,
Ye ken na the laddie whas true been to thee;
But I ken the Iassie that wears the auld plaidie,
The lassie that keepit
my crookit bawbee."
"An ye are the laddie that
gave me the penny,
The laddie I'll Ioe till the day that I dee;
Ye may cleed me wi satin, an mak me a
An I will gang wi ye to bonnie Glen Shee."
from "A Scottish Scrap
Book", Collected by J.M.Cadeff and sent in by Adam McCafferty