Have you seen ought of my bonny lad? Are you sure he's well-o? He's gone o'er long with a stick in his hand, He's gone to row the keel-o. Yes I have seen your bonny lad, 'Twas on the sea I spied him. His grave is green but not wi' grass And you'll never lie beside him. Have you seen ought of my bonny lad? And are you sure he's well-o? He's gone o'er long with a stick in his hand, He's gone to row the keel-o.