You know you want too >D



Come, all ye jolly shepherds,
That whistle through the glen,
I'll tell ye o' a secret that courtiers dinna ken.
What is the greatest bliss that the tongue o' man can name?
'Tis to woo a bonnie lassie, when the kye come hame,
When the kye come hame, when the kye come hame,
Tween the gloamin' and the mirk,
When the kye come hame.
'Tis not beneath the burgonet
Nor yet beneath the crown,
'Tis not on couch of velvet
Nor yet on bed of down;
'Tis beneath the spreading birch
In the dell without a name,
Wi' a bonnie, bonnie lassie
When the kye come hame.

Awa' wi' fame and fortune:
What comforts can they gi'e?
And a' the arts that prey upon
Man's life and liberty!
Gi'e me the highest joy
That the heart o' man can frame:
My bonnie, bonnie lassie
When the kye come hame.