Woorden: Isobel Campbell. Hori Horo.

Hori horo, my bonnie young man
Hori horo, my rare one
And won't you come with me my love?
To me my own - my fair one

Smiling the land, smiling the sea
Sweet as a wind in the heather
Would we lay yonder, just you and me?
The two of us together

Hori horo, my bonnie young man
Hori horo, my rare one
And won't you come with me my love?
To be my own - my fair one