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.
Oh! sing from thy spray
Thy wild notes so gay,
Pretty warbler, oh sing from the tree;
Oft beneath thy rosy bower,
I've met at twilight hour,
My Jamie that's far o'er the sea.
Beside yon myrtle boughs,
We gave our mutual vows,
From sorrow our hearts then were free;
All pleasure now is gone,
While I murmur alone,
My Jamie is far o'er the sea.
But why should I sigh,
The summer is nigh,
And the birds sing again from the tree!
The roses shall bloom,
And the soft breezes soon
Shall waft him again from the sea.
Thou bright star of night,
Oh! guide him aright:
From dangers my Jamie keep free;
Now of wealth I've a store,
He shall wander no more,
Ne'er again shall he sail on the sea.