Over the hills and lofty mountains
Where the fields are buried in snow
By the rumbling tumbling waters

Where the crystal waters flow
Come highlands now let's be marching
Everyone sing to his true love

Choose your one and choose no other
Choose your true love now or ne'er
There sits a fair one down lamenting

Down lamenting in her chair
Crying, "Dearest, dearest Johnnie,
Come and kiss me if you dare."