I hae wander'd mony a night in June,
⁠Alang the banks o Clyde,
Beneath a bright and bonny moon,
⁠Wi' Mary at my side.
A simmer was she to mine e'e,
⁠An' to my heart joy;
As weel she loo'd to roam wi' me,
⁠Her Highland Minstrel boy.
⁠I ha'e wander'd, &c.

Oh, her presence could on ev'ry star
⁠New brilliancy confer;
And I thought the flowers were sweeter far
⁠When they were seen with her.
Her brow was calm as sleeping sea,
⁠Her glance was full o' joy;
And, oh; her heart was true to me,
⁠Her Highland Minstrel boy.
⁠Oh her presence, &c.

I ha'e play'd to ladies, fair and gay
⁠In many a southron hall;
But there was one far-far-away,
⁠A world above them all.
And now, tho' weary years have fled,
⁠I think wi' mournfu' joy
Upon the time when Mary wed
⁠Her Highland Minstrel boy.
⁠I ha'e play'd to ladies, &c.