'Twas within a mile o' Edinburgh town,
in the rosy time of the year;
sweet flowers bloom'd and the grass was down,
and each shepherd woo'd his dear -
Bonnie Jockie, blythe and gay,
kiss'd young Jenny making hay;
the lassie blush'd and frowning cried,
"Na, na, it winna do; I canna, canna,
winna, winna, mauna buckle to!"

Jockie was a wag, that never wad wed,
though lang he had follow'd the lass,
contented she earned and ate her brown bread,
and merrily turned up the grass.
Bonnie Jockie, blythe and free,
won her heart right merrily;
yet still she blush'd and frowning cried,
"Na, na, it winna do; I canna, canna,
winna, winna, mauna buckle to!"

But when he vow'd he wad make her his bride,
though his flocks and herds were not few,
she gie'd him her hand and a kiss beside,
and vow'd she'd forever be true.
Bonnie Jockie, blythe and free,
won her heart right merrily;
at kirk she no more frowning cried,
"Na, na, it winna do; I canna, canna,
winna, winna, mauna buckle to!"