The Bonny Moorhen

Up in the gray hill, down in the glen;
It's when ye gang butt the house, when ye gang ben,
Aye drink a health to my bonny moorhen!

And it will be simmer or she come again;
But when she comes back again, some folk will ken:
Joy be wi' thee, my bonny moorhen!

She's a' fine colours, but nane o' them blue;
She's red, and she's white, and she's green, and she's gray. My bonny moorhen, come hither away:

And round by Kinclaven, and hither to me; For Ronald and Donald are oot on the fen, To break the wing o' my bonny moorhen.