Lady Mary Anne looker o'er the castle wa'
She saw three bonnie boys playing at the ba'
The youngest there was the flooer amang them a'
My bonnie laddie's young but he's growing yet

Faither o' faither, and ye think it fit
We'll send him a year tae the college yet
We'll tie a green ribbon all around his hat
And that will let them know he's tae marry yet

Lady Mary Anne was a flooer in the dew
Sweet was its smell, aye, and bonnie was its hue
The longer it blossomed the sweeter it grew
And the lily in the bud will be bonnier yet

Young Charlie Cochrane was the sprout o' an aik
Bonnie and bloomin' and straucht was its make
The sun took delight tae shine for its sake
And it will be the flooer o' the forest yet

The summer is gane when the leaves they were green
Gone are the days that we hae seen
But far better days I trust will come again
For my bonnie laddie's young but he's growing yet.