Oh, I am come to the low countrie
Och-on, och-on, och-rie
Without a penny in my purse
To buy a meal for me

For then I had a score o' kye
Och-on, och-on, och-rie
Feeding on yon hills so high
And giving milk to me

One time I had a hundred sheep
Och-on, och-on, och-rie
Skipping o'er your narrow creek
And growing old for me

Oh, I am come to the low countrie
Och-on, och-on, och-rie
Without a penny in my purse
To buy a meal for me