MY soger laddie is over the sea,
⁠and he will bring gold and money to me;
And when he comes hame, he'll make me a lady,
⁠my blessing gang with my soger laidie.

My doughty laddie is handsome and brave,
⁠and can as a soger and lover behave ;
True to his country, to love he is steady,
⁠there's few to compare with my soger laddie.

Shield him, ye angles frae death in alarms
⁠return him with laurels to my langing arms,
Syne free all my care ye'll peleasantly free me,
⁠when back to my wishes my soger ye gie me.

O soon may his honours bloom fair on his brow,
⁠as quickly they must, if he get his cue:
For in noble actions his courage is ready.
⁠which makes me delight in my soger laddie.