The lass o’ Haddington.
[Written and Composed by James Jaap.]
A bonnier lass there never was, the sun ne'er shone the like upon,
She's fair and sweet, neat and complete, the bonnie lass of Haddington;
And in her face there shines sic grace, her smile's sae sweet to look upon,
Sae fair's the lass, nane can surpass the bonnie lass of Haddington.
When night comes near, and all is drear, my fancy roams on her alone,
She is the light that cheers the night, the bonnie lass of Haddington,
My every care, my every prayer, my every thought I think upon,
'Tis were she mine, this maid divine, the bonnie lass of Haddington.