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.