Frae the meetin' o' the waters, tae the Forest's fairest toun
Your weary frae your traipsin' in your worn oot hardy shoon
If you come doon ower the Linglie, or come doon ower Yair
You can make it ‘cross the Ettrick at the Riding Stane
Come a' ma weary traivellers, no far until your hame
Wi' a trapfae o' your capture and your saddle bags the same
And there your bonny Molly, runs tae meet you frae Lindean
You can greet her ‘cross the Ettrick at the Riding Stane
And you may travel eastwards, and you may travel west
But it's the ancient burgh that every souter lou'es the best
And you aye get that feeling, that's where you will be soon
When you gaun across the Ettrick at the Riding Stane
When you finally cross the Ettrick at the Riding Stane