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! bright the beaming queen o' night
Shines in yon flowery vale,
And softly sheds her silver light
O'er mountain-path and dale.
Short is the way, when light's the heart,
That's bound in love's soft spell;
Sae I'll awa' to Armadale,
To Jessie o' the Dell.
We've pu'ed the primrose on the braes,
Beside my Jessie's cot;
We've gather'd nuts, we've gather'd slaes,
In that sweet rural spot.
The wee short hours danced merrily,
Like lambkins on the fell,
As if they join'd in joy wi' me,
And Jessie o' the Dell.
There's nane to me wi' her can vie,
I'll love her till I dee,
For she's sae sweet, and bonnie, aye,
And kind as kind can be.
This night in mutual kind embrace,
O wha our joys can tell!
Then I'll awa' to Armadale,
To Jessie o' the Dell.