As A cam in by Huntly Toun
Ae mornin for tae fee
A fell in wi Bogie o Cairnie
An wi him A did agree
For tae caa his twa best horses
Or cairt or harrow or plou
Or dae onything about fairm wark
A very weil cud do
Auld Bogie had a dochter
Wha's name wis Isabelle
She wis the lily o the valley
An the primrose o the dell
Whan she went out walkin
She'd tak me for her guide
Doun by the burn o Cairnie
Tae watch smaa fishes glide
Bit whan five lang months wis past an gane
This la**ie lost her blume
The reid fell frae her rosie cheeks
An her eyes began tae swoon
An whan nine lang months wis past an gane
She brocht forth tae me a son
An A wis quickly caad for
Tae see whit cud be done
A said that A wad mairrie her
Bit, och, that wadnae dae
He said, "Ye're nae match for ma bonnie Belle
An she's nae match for ye"
Sae nou she's marriet tae a traiveller chiel
Wha bides in Huntly Toun
He sells pots an pans an paraffin lamps
An he tramps the kintra roun
An if she's gotten a better match
Auld Bogie cannae tell
Sae fare weil ye lauds o Huntlyside
An Bogie's bonnie Belle