This text comes from The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
O whare live ye my bonie lass,
And tell me how they ca' ye?
My name, she says, is Mistress Jean,
And I follow my Collier laddie.
O see ye not yon hills and dales
The sun shines on sae brawly:
They a' are mine, and they shall be thine,
If ye'll leave your Collier laddie.
And ye shall gang in rich attire,
Weel buskit up fu' gaudy;
And ane to wait at every hand,
If ye'll leave your Collier laddie.
Tho' ye had a' the sun shines on,
And the earth conceals sae lowly;
I would turn my back on you and it a',
And embrace my Collier laddie.
I can win my five pennies in a day,
And spend it at night fu' brawlie;
I can mak my bed in the Collier's neuk,
And lie down wi' my Collier laddie.
Loove for loove is the bargain for me,
Tho' the wee cot-house should haud me;
And the warld before me to win my bread,
And fare fa' my Collier laddie.