Comin’ thro’ the Rye
Gin a body meet a body,
Comin’ thro’ the Rye,
Gin a body kiss a bode,
Need a body cry?
Every lassie has her laddie,
Nane, they say, ha’e I;
Yat a’ the lads they smile on me,
When comin’ thro’ the Rye.
Gin a body meet a body,
Comin’ frae the town,
Gin a body greet a body,
Need a body frown?
Among the train there is a swain,
I dearly love mysel’;
But what’s his name,
or where’s his hame
I did-na choose to tell.