If a body meet a body comin’ through the rye,
If a body meet a body, need a body cry?
⁠Every lassie has her laddie,
⁠⁠Nane, they say, hae I;
⁠Yet a’ the lads they smile at me,
⁠⁠When comin’ through the rye.
⁠Amang the train there is a swain
⁠⁠I dearly lo’o mysel’;
⁠But whare his hame, or what his name,
⁠⁠I dinna care to tell.

​If a body meet a body comin’ frae the toun,
If a body greet a body, need a body frown?
⁠Every lassie has her laddie,
⁠⁠Nane, they say, hae I;
⁠Yet a’ the lads they smile at me
⁠⁠When comin’ through the rye.
⁠Amang the train there is a swain
⁠⁠I dearly lo’e mysel’;
⁠But whare his hame, or what his name,
⁠⁠I dinna care to tell.