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.
Down the burn and through the mead,
His golden locks wav'd o'er his brow;
Johnnie lilting, tun'd his reed,
And Mary wip'd her bonnie mou':
Dear she loo'd the well known song.
While her Johnnie, blythe and bonnie,
Sung her praise the whole day long.
Down the burn and through the mead,
His golden locks wav'd o'er his brow,
Johnnie lilting, tun'd his reed,
And Mary wip'd her bonnie mou'.
Costly claiths she had but few;
Of rings and jewels nae great store;
Her face was fair, her love was true,
And Johnnie wisely wish'd nae more:
Love's the pearl the shepherds prize;
O'er the mountain, near the fountain,
Love delights the shepherd's eyes.
Down the burn, &c.
Gold and titles give not health,
And Johnnie could nae these impart;
Youthfu' Mary's greatest wealth,
Was still her faithfu' Johnnie's heart:
Sweet the joys the lovers find,
Great the treasure, sweet the pleasure,
Where the heart is always kind.
Down the burn, &c.