[Verse 1]
Gan tae the kye with me my love
Gan tae the kye with me
Over the moor and through the grove
I'll sing ditties to thee

Cushie, thy pet, is lowing
Around her poor firstling's shed
Tears in her eyes are flowing
Because little Cotty lies dead

[Verse 2]
All a fine herd of cattle
Thy dutiful sire possessed
After his fall in battle
By rebel chieftains were prest

Kine now is all our property
Left by thy father's will
Yet if we guard it watchfully
We shall have gear enough still

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