“ When o’er the downs at early day,
⁠my lowland Willie hied him.
With joy I drove my cows that way,
⁠In milking to abide him.
⁠My bonny, bonny lowland Will,
⁠My bonny lowland Willie,
⁠My bonny, bonny lowland Will,
⁠My bonny lowland Willie.
'Twas o’er the downs he first began,
⁠to tell how well he lov’d me;
Could I refuse the charming man?
⁠ah! no, his passion mov’d me. ”

“ In the morning, when sobor, in the evening when mellow.
He is gone and has not left behind him his fellow.
chorus.
For he govern'd his passion with an absolute sway
And grew wiser and better as his strength wore away,
Without gout or stone, by a gentle decay. ”

“ And then he’d sing so blithe and jolly,
⁠ah! many’s thr time and oft,
But mirth is turned to melancholy,
⁠for Tom is gone aloft.
Yet shall poor Tom find pleasent weather
⁠when HE who all commands
Shall give to call life’s crew together,
⁠the word to pipe all hands
Thus death, who king and tars dispatches,
⁠in vain Tom's life had doff'd;
For tho his body's under hatches,
⁠his soul is gone aloft.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”