1: The king's young dochter was sittin at her windae,
Sewin a fine silken seam;
She's lookit out o her braw bower windae,
And she saw the leaves growin green ma love,
 And she saw the leaves growin green.
2: She stuck her needle intae her sleeve,
Her seam doun by her tae;
And she's awa tae the merry green woods,
For tae pu the nits and slaes ma love,
For tae pu the nits and slaes.
3: She hadna pu'd a nit at aa,
A nit but scarcely three;
When oot there cam a braw young man,
Sayin, "How durst thou bow this tree ma love,
How durst thou bow this tree?"
4: "It's I will pu these nits," she said,
"And I will bow this tree,
And I will gang tae the merry green wood,
And no ask leave o thee ma love,
And no ask leave o thee."
5: He's taen her by the middle sae sma,
And laid her on the grass sae green;
And he has taen his will o her,
And he's loot her up again ma love,
And he's loot her up again.
6: "Now since ye hae had your will o me,
Come tell tae me your name;
For I am the king's young dochter," she said,
"And this nicht I daurna gang hame ma love,
And this nicht I daurna gang hame."
7: "If ye be the king's young dochter," he said,
"I am his auldest son;
And I wish my pretty ship had sunk,
And I had ne'er returned ma love,
And I had ne'er returned."
8: "For the first time I cam hame, Jeanie,
Thou was neither here nor born;
And I wish I'd died on some distant isle,
And never had returned ma love,
And never had returned."
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9: "And the neist time I cam hame, Jeanie,
Thou was sittin on thy nurse's knee;
And I wish my pretty ship had sunk,
And I'd been droond at sea ma love,
And I'd been droond at sea."
10: She's pit her hand doun by her side,
Doun in tae her spare;
And there she's fund a wee penknife,
And she's wounded hersel fu sair ma love,
And she's wounded hersel fu sair.
11: Oh slowly, slowly rase she up,
And slowly she gaed hame;
Until she cam tae her faither's parlour,
And there she did sigh and mane ma love,
And there she did sigh and mane.
12: Her faither cam trippin doun the stairs,
His steps they were fu slow;
"I think, I think Lady Jean," he said,
"Ye're lyin far ower low ma love,
Ye're lyin far ower low."
13: Her mither cam trippin doun the stairs,
Her steps they were fu slow;
"I think, I think Lady Jean," she says,
"Ye're lyin far ower low ma love,
Ye're lyin far ower low."
14: Her sister cam trippin doun the stairs,
Her steps they were fu slow;
"I think, I think Lady Jean," she says,
"Ye're lyin far ower low ma love,
Ye're lyin far ower low."
15: "O late last nicht as I cam hame,
Doun by yon castle wa;
O heavy, heavy was the stane,
That on my breist did fa ma love,
That on my breist did fa."
16: Her brother cam trippin doun the stairs,
His steps they were fu slow;
He sank intae his sister's airums,
And they died as white as snow ma love,
And they died as white as snow.
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