Over the hills and lofty mountains
Where the fields are buried in snow
By the rumbling tumbling waters
Where the crystal waters flow

Come highlands now let's be marching
Everyone sing to his true love
Choose your one and choose no other
Choose your true love now or ne'er

There sits a fair one down lamenting
Down lamenting in her chair
Crying, "Dearest, dearest Johnnie,
Come and kiss me if you dare."