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.
The laverock sung at the break of day,
All in the dewy dawn;
An' the mountain bee struck a fairy lay,
As he sat on the rose new blawn.
O but it was a lovely sang
That through sweet Cherry valley rang,—
It came o'er my heart like a dream gone by,
An' it pass'd from my ears like a passing sigh.
O but it was a lovely sang,
An' the tear drap hang at my e'e—
It was nae wi' grief at the laverock's sang,
Nor the lay o' the mountain bee.
I had heard the laverock's sang before,
An' I had heard the mountain bee;
But oh! it was on Scotia's shore,
'Twas that brought the tears in my e'e.