Here’s a health to you bonny Kellswater
Where you get all the pleasures of life
Where you get all the fishing and fowling
And a bonny wee lass for your wife.
Oh it’s down where yon waters run muddy
I’m afraid they will never run clear
And it’s when I begin for to study
My mind is on him that’s not here.
And it’s this one and that one may court him
But if any one gets him but me
It’s early and late I will curse them
The parting lovely Willie from me.
Oh a father he calls on his daughter
Two choices I’ll give unto thee
Would you rather see Willie’s ship a sailing
See him hung like a dog on yonder tree.
Oh father, dear father, I love him
I can no longer bide it from thee
Through an acre of fire I would travel