Spring comes to Kirrie, all the world’s in bloom
Winter is forgiven now, fooled by April’s broom
Kirrie, oh Kirrie, you were aye my hame
Til Napoleon’s bloody cannon hit their aim

Jeanie, oh Jeanie, I am surely done
Stricken down in battle at the mooth o’Boney’s guns
Jeanie, Oh Jeanie, aye sae dear tae me
Let me hold you in my mind afore I dee

For the cold returns in autumn when the wind rakes the trees
And the summer lies forgotten in a cold bed of leaves
As winter begins, I mind Boney, it wasn't only you
Who was broken on the field of Waterloo

Daughter, oh daughter, listen dear to me
Never wed a soldier, or a widow you will be
Daughter, oh daughter, curse your lad to die
If he catches the recruitin’ sergeant’s eye

For the cold returns in autumn when the wind rakes the trees
And the summer lies forgotten in a cold bed of leaves
As winter begins, I mind Boney, it wasn't only you
Who was broken on the field of Waterloo

Boney, oh Boney war was aye your game
Bloody field your table cannon yours to aim
Boney, oh Boney we aye lived the same
Drillin ladies not to fear the musket’s flame

For the cold returns in autumn when the wind rakes the trees
And the summer lies forgotten in a cold bed of leaves
As winter begins, I mind Boney, it wasn't only you
Who was broken on the field of Waterloo

For the cold returns in autumn when the wind rakes the trees
And the summer lies forgotten in a cold bed of leaves
As winter begins, I mind Boney, it wasn't only you
Who was broken on the field of Waterloo
Who was broken on the field of Waterloo