Ye gallants bright, I rede you right,
Beware o’ bonie Ann;
Her comely face sae fu’o’ grace,
Your heart she will trepan:
Her eensae bright, like stars bynight,
Her skin sae like the swan;
Saejimplylac’d her gentywaist,
That sweetly ye might span.

Youth, Grace, and Love attendant move,
And pleasure leads the van:
In a’their charms, and conquering arms,
They wait on bonie Ann.
The captive bands may chain the hands,
Butlove enslaves the man:
Ye gallants braw, I redeyou a’,
Beware o’bonieAnn!