This text comes from The Book of Scottish Song, edited by Alexander Whitelaw, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
Speed, O speed, thou bonnie bark!
An' blaw, thou gentle gale;
An' waft me to my native shore,
An' sweet Glen-Rosa vale.
Glen-Rosa! thou art clear to me,
An' dear to me the shade,
Where I ha'e woo'd, where I ha'e won,
My lovely Arran maid;
Where I ha'e woo'd, &c.
When hung the mist upon the brae,
An' thunder loud would swell,
In echoes from the rugged cliff,
An' down the hollow dell;
Ev'n then, amid Glen-Rosa's wilds,
I ha'e delighted stray'd,
To win the smile of that dear ane,
My lovely Arran maid.
When flowers were waving owre the stream,
An' blooming in their prime,
An' owre the towering Goatfell hung,
The harebell and the thyme.
'Twas sweet to climb the airy height,
Or ream the dusky glade,
Wi' thee my heart sae fondly woo'd,
My lovely Arran maid.
O were I chief of Arran's isle,
Its hills and glens sae steep,
Nae mair my bark would beat the wave,
Nae mair would plough the deep,
Glen-Rosa! I would haunt thy bowers,
Nor seek a sweeter shade,
Than thine, with Rosie in my arms,
My lovely Arran maid.