Ower the haugh and yont a glen there is a bonny dun
Where the corbie flies agin the sky, afore the setting sun,
Wi talloun and cracklings we sit doon and have a little drink
And efter a wee heavy or two, we heat up a Cullen Skink,
It’ll tek ye frae all ye woes, nae matter what th’ weather
On the fair we’ll coorie doon, and make love among the heather
No one but ye, my love would I tek to oor special place
Where I can slap yer bahookie and huv a keek at yer bonnie face.
