One bright summer's morning as the fields they were a-dawning
Bright Phoebus arose and shone over the lea
I espied a fair maid as I homeward was riding
A-herding her sheep on the hills of Glenshee
I stood in amaze and said Aye bonny lassy
If you'll only consent to ride on with me
Fine servants you will have for to go at your bidding
I will make you my lady, the lass of Glenshee
I care not at all for servants and linen
Nor I don't care at all for your great grandery
I would rather be here in my homespun little cottage
A-herding my flocks on the braes of Glenshee
She was neat tall and handsome, her voice so enchanting
And so keen was the glint of her bonny blue e'e
And I cried Only you shall be mistress of my castle
She smiled and consented and I took her with me
Many years have rolled by since we first were united
Many seasons have changed, but there's no change in me
My love still as fair as the robes in the morning
That are hung out to bleach on the hills of Glenshee
May the lark forget to arise in the morning
Caledonia's dark waters flow back to the sea
But never will I while I have my senses
Forget to be kind to the lass of Glenshee