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