o ye bour lea?
chorus—o ye bour lea, young man,
o ye bour lea?
it fee nor bountith shall us twine
gin ye bour lea.
i fee'd a man at michaelmas,
wi' airle pehree;
but a' the faut i had to him,
he could na bour lea,
o ye bour lea, &c.
o 's gude in febarwar,
an' kissin's sweet in may;
but my delight's the ploughman d,
that weel bour lea,
o ye bour lea, &c.
o kissin is the key o' luve,
and ' is the lock;
an' makin' o's the best thi,
that e'er a young thing gat.
o ye bour lea, &c.