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It was at Aulrain I was ta'en,
A prisoner for Lady Jean;
In fetters strong then I was ta'en,
And carried into Aberdeen.
It's not their frowns that I do mind,
Nor yet the way that I have to go,
But love has pierced my tender heart,
And alas! it's brought me very low.
I was embarked at the shore,
Never to see my darling more,
In Germany a soldier to be,
All for the lass of Banaphie.
But when I was upon the seas,
I ne'er could take one moment's ease,
For she was daily in my mind,
That bonny lass I left behind.
But when I arrived in foreign land,
From my true love a letter came,
With her respect in each degree,
Sign'd by the lass of Banaphie.
The answer which to her I sent,
It never to my true love went,
