Amang the Blue Flowers and the Yellow

"O, Willie, my son, what makes ye so sad?"
As the sun shines over the valley,
"I lie sorely sick for the love of a maid."
Amang the blue flowers and the yellow.

"O, is she an heiress or lady fine?
As the sun shines over the valley,
That she winna tak nae pity on thee."
Amang the blue flowers and the yellow.

"Though a' our kin were aboot yon bower,
As the sun shines over the valley,
Ye shall no' be a maiden one single hour
Amang the blue flowers and the yellow.

"For a maid ye cam' here without a convoy,
As the sun shines over the valley,
And ye shall return with a horse and a boy,
Amang the blue flowers and the yellow.

"Ye cam' here a maiden sae meek and sae mild,
As the sun shines over the valley,
But ye shall gae hame a wedded wife wi' a child."
Amang the blue flowers and the yellow.