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