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.
Blythe, blythe, and merry was she,
Blythe was she but and ben;
And weel she loo'd a Hawick gill,
And leugh to see a tappit hen.
She took me in, and set me down,
And hecht to keep me lawing-free;
But, cunning carline that she was,
She gart me birl my bawbee.
We loo'd the liquor well enough;
But waes my heart my cash was done,
Before that I had quench'd my drouth,
And laith I was to pawn my shoon.
When we had three times toom'd our stoup,
And the neist chappin new begun,
Wha started in, to heeze our hope,
But Andro wi' his cutty gun.
The carline brought her kebbuck ben,
With girdle-cakes weel toasted brown,
Weel does the canny kimmer ken
They gar the swats gae glibber down.
We ca'd the bicker aft about;
Till dawning we ne'er jee'd our bun,
And aye the cleanest drinker out,
Was Andro wi' his cutty gun.
He did like ony mavis sing,
And as I in his oxter sat
He ca'd me aye his bonnie thing,
And mony a sappy kiss I gat.
I ha'e been east, I ha'e been west,
I ha'e been far ayont the sun;
But the blythest lad that e'er I saw,
Was Andro wi' his cutty gun.