Twas in the month o sweet July Afore the sun had pierced the sky Twas in below yon rigs o rye That I heard twa lovers talkin The lad said, "Lass, I must away I have nae langer time tae stay But I've a word or two tae say If ye've the time, love, tae tarry" "Yer faither o you he taks great care Yer mither ties up your gowden hair Yer sister says ye will get nae share If ye gang wi me, love, a stranger" "Let my faither fret an my mither froun My sister's words I do disown Tho they were deid an below the grun I wad gang wi ye, love, a stranger" "O lassie, lassie, yer fortune's smaa Perhaps it will be nane at aa Ye're no a match for me at aa Gae lay ye yer love on some ither" The lassie's courage began tae fail Her lips grew wan an her cheeks grew pale Her tears cam tricklin doun like hail Or a heavy shower in the simmer An the laddie he bein o courage fine He's taen her up an he's kissed her syne Sayin, "Lassie, lassie, ye will be mine I said it aa for tae try ye" An the laddie he bein o courage bauld A lad scarcely nineteen years auld He's ranged the hills an the valleys ower An he's taen his bonnie lassie wi him An this couple thae are mairriet nou An thae hae bairnies, ane or two Thae live in Brechin the winter thro An in Montrose in the simmer
