Green graves in the south:
O, my heart it is sair
For the braw lads and bonnie,
I'll never see mair.
The lads that hae lassies
And the lads that hae nane,
In the weet o' the carses
They laie by their lane.
On dune and on brae,
By muir and by burn,
Under aits o' the hairst,
Under ruits o' the fern,
And fair doun frae Scotland
On hearts that are sair,
Lie deid lads, lie dear lads,
We'll never see mair.