There cam a letter late yestreen
Oor ship maun sail the morn
Alas, cried the Bonnie lass
That ever I was born

And it's braw sailin’ on the sea
When wind and weather's fair
Oh, it's better tae be in my love's airms
O gin I were there

He’s cam untae her faither’s hoose
At twelve o'clock at noon
The lassie bein prood herted
She widna let him in

But he’s taen a ring frae his pocket
It cost him guineas three
Sayin’ tak ye that my Bonnie lass
And aye think weel o me

But she’s taen a ring frae her pocket
It cost her shillings nine
Sayin’ tak ye that my Bonnie lad
For I hae changed my mind

And it's braw sailin’ on the sea
When wind and weather's fair
Oh, it's better tae be in my love's airms
O gin I were there