Last year at Lady Mary's fair when I was in Dundee,
I fell in with an old sweetheart and he being on a spree
His company I did accept and with him I did go;
All to my sad misfortune for it proved my overthrow.
We wandered east, we wandered west, we wandered round the Law.
He said he'd take me home that night but home I never saw.
He kept beside me all the while resolved to have his will,
And by and by we lost our way at the back of Rare's Hill.
For when we got to Rare's Hill, the laddie said to me,
We cant go home tonight my dear, its far to late you'll see,
"But the night is warm and in my pouch, I have another gill;
"So let us lay down here content, at the back of Rares Hill.
We had another nip a piece to quieten our alarms,
When I awoke in the morning we were locked in each other's arms;
He handed me the bottle, another glass to fill
And I drank his heath and store o' wealth, at the back of Rare's Hill.
And then the lad he said to me, Oh lassie do not mourn.
For while I have the breath of life, fae you Ill never turn."
"If you will come to yonder town, my wedded wife you'll be

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