Hielan' lads are young and braw Hielan' lads are young and merry And I'll awa' tae Glesca toon To steal awa' my bonnie Peggy
Her faither he's got word o' this And, O, but he was wondrous angry – Ye may tak' my owsen and a' my kye But leave to me my bonnie Peggy
Ye can keep your owsen and a' your kye For I ha'e cows and ewes already I'll no' tak' your owsen and a' your kye But I'll steal awa' your bonnie Peggie
He's mounted on his milk white steed And she is on his wee grey naigie And they hae rid tae the brake o' day And he has ta'en awa' the bonnie lassie
They rid ower hills and they rid ower dales They rid through moors and mosses mony Until they met wi' the Earl o' Hume A-ridin' wi' his young son Johnnie
Then oot and spak' the Earl o' Hume And, O, but he was wondrous sorry - The bonniest lass in Glesca toon And she's awa' wi' a hielan' laddie
They rode on through moss and moors Through bog and up through mountains mony Until they cam' to yonder glen And she's lain doon wi' her hielan' laddie
Her bed was o' the gweed green grass Their blankets o' the brackens bonnie Wi' her tartan plaid beneath her heid And she's lain doon wi' her hielan' laddie
There are blankets and sheets in my faither's hoose Sheets and blankets a' made ready And wouldna he be angry at me For lyin' doon wi' a highland laddie!
He's ta'en her up yon high, high hill When that the sun was shinin' clearly Says – A' that ye see belongs to thee For lying doon wi' a hielan' laddie
A' that ye ha'e left behind Was a wee cot-hoose and a wee kail-yairdie But noo you're the lady o' a' my lands For lyin' doon wi' a highlan' laddie