Chorus:
Wi ma rovin eye, Right fa laddie,
Right fa laddie, Toura lye.

2: I've askit her tae gyang wi me,
And tak a drappie wine;
And as we baith walked doun the street,
She's linked her airm in mine.

3: I've gaen up tae her sittin room,
A bittie ower the burn;
It's true fit Rabbie Burn's said,
That a man wis made tae murn.

4: Wi mutton pies and porter,
Wi whisky wine an beer;
An I swear she ate an drunk as muckle,
As I wad at a guid New Year.

5: I've askit her fit wis her name,
She says, Jemima Rose,
Ans she's bidin in a lodgin hoose,
At the fit o Peacock Close.

6: I've askit her, her landlady's name,
She says it wis Mistress Bruce;
An wi that, she's invited me,
Tae come tae the lodgin hoose.

7: As we gaed up that windin stair,
The wyes bein lang an dark;
I've slipped ma money fae ma inside pooch,
An I tied it tae the tail o ma sark.

8: We scarcely had got up the stair,
Fen she taen me tae a room;
An there we pulled a bottle oot,
An it's there that we baith sat doun.

9: She askit me tae tak a drink,
She fillt a flowin gless:
She looked at me fae the tail o her ee,
"Plooman laddie, dae your best."

10: But in cam twa policemen,
They've took me be the heid o the hair,
An they've gien me a dose o the whirly jigs,
In ma sark tail doon the stair.

11: It's aa nicht lang I dreamt I wis lyin,
In the airms o Jemima Rose,
But fen I awoke I wis lyin in ma sark,
At the fit o Peacock Close.

12: Oh she stole fae me ma watch an chain,
Ma speuchan and ma purse;
But I stole fae her her maidenheid,
And that's a damn sicht worse.
[speuchan - tobacco pouch

13: So come aa ye jolly plooman lads,
That gyang oot for a lark,
An mind on the money in yer inside pooch,
If the wyes be lang an dark.

Chorus:
Wi ma rovin eye, right fa laddie,
Right fa laddie, toura lye,
Wi ma rovin eye, fal a doo a dye
Wi ma rovin eye, dum dairy, wi ma rovin eye.