Have you seen ought of my bonny lad?
Are you sure he’s well-o?
He’s gone o’er lang wi’ a stick in his hand,
He’s gone to row the keel-o.

Yes I hae seen your bonny lad,
’Twas on the sea I spied him.
His grave is green but not wi’ grass
And you’ll never lie beside him.

Hae you seen ought of my bonny lad?
And are you sure he’s well-o?
He’s gone o’er lang wi’ a stick in his hand,
He’s gone to row the keel-o.