Up yonder on the mountain,
⁠I dwelt for days together;
Looked down into the valley,
⁠This pleasant summer weather.

My sheep go feeding onward,
⁠My dog sits watching by;
I've wandered to the valley,
⁠And yet I know not why.

The meadow, it is pretty,
⁠With flowers so fair to see;
I gather them, but no one
⁠Will take the flowers from me.

The good tree gives me shadow,
⁠And shelter from the rain;
But yonder door is silent,
⁠It will not ope again!

I see the rainbow bending,
⁠Above her old abode,
But she is there no longer;
⁠They've taken my love abroad.

They took her o'er the mountains.
⁠They took her o'er the sea;
Move on, move on, my bonny sheep.
⁠There is no rest for me!