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.
"Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me:
Her boat hath a leak
And she must not speak,
Why she dares not come over to thee."
Blink o'er the burn, sweet Betty;
It is a cauld winter night,—
It rains, it hails, and it thunders,
The moon she gi'es nae light.
It's a' for the sake o' sweet Betty
That ever I tint my way:
O lassie, let me creep ayont thee,
Until it be break o' day.
It's Betty shall bake my bread,
And Betty shall brew my ale;
And Betty shall be my love,
When I come over the dale.
Blink over the burn, sweet Betty,
Blink over the burn to me;
And while I ha'e life, my dear lassie,
My ain sweet Betty thou's be.
Blink over the burn, sweet Betty,
Blink over the burn to me;
I would gi'e a' I had in the warld
But to be a widow for thee.
In summer I mawed my meadow,
In hairst I shure my corn,
In winter I married a widow,
I wish she was dead the morn.
Blink, &c.
The youth he was wamphlin' and wandy
The lassie was quite fu' o' glee,
And aye as she cried to the laddie,
Come down bonnie Tweedside to me.
Blink, &c.
Come meet me again ne'er to sever,
Come meet whare nae body can see,
I canna think ye're a deceiver,
And mean but to lichtlie me.
Blink, &c