I ha'e nae kith

I ha'e nae kith, I ha'e nae kin,

Nor ane that's dear to me;

For the bonnie lad that I lo'e best,

He's far ayont the sea.

He's gane wi' ane that was our ain,

And we may rue the day,

When our king's ae daughter came here

To play sic foul play.

O gin I were a bonnie bird,

Wi' wings that I might flee,

Then would I travel o'er the main,

My ae true love to see.

Then I wad tell a joyfu' tale,

To ane that's dear to me,

And sit upon a king's window

And sing my melody.

The adder lies i' the corbie's nest,

Aneath the corbie's wing,

And the blast that reaves the corbie's brood,

Will soon blaw hame our king.

Then blaw ye east, or blaw ye west,

Or blaw ye o'er the faem,

O bring the lad that I lo'e best,

And ane I darena name.