My Harry was a gallant gay, Fu‘ stately strade he on the plain; But now he’s banish'd far away, I’ll never see him back again.
O for him back again! O for him back again!
I wad gi’e a’ Knockhaspie’s land For Highland Harry back again. When a’ the lave gae to their bed, I wander dowie up the glen; I sit me down, and greet my fill, And ay I wish him back again.