Oh, Betsy Belle and Mary Gray, they were two Bonnie lasses
They biggit a bower on yon burnside and theeked it o'er wit' rashes

Fair Betsy Belle I loved so well and thought I ne'er could alter
But Mary Gray's two cheeky eyes caused all my fancy falter

Oh, Betsy Belle and Mary Gray, they were two Bonnie lasses
They biggit a bower on yon burnside and theeked it o'er with rashes

Betsy's hair's, like flaxen gold, she smiles like a May morning
When Phoebus starts from Thoetus' lap, the hills with rays adorning
White is her hair, soft is her hand, her waist and feet flow gently
With every grace she can command, her lips, I vow, are dainty

Oh, Betsy Belle and Mary Gray, they were two Bonnie lasses
They biggit a bower on yon burnside and theeked it o'er with rashes

Mary's locks are like the crow, her eyes like diamond's glances
She's, aye, so clean, red-up and raw, she kills whene'er she dances
Blythe as a kid with wit and will, she's blooming, tight and tall she is
And guides her airs so graceful still, oh, Jove, she's like thy palace

Oh, Betsy Belle and Mary Gray, they were two Bonnie lasses
They biggit a bower on yon burnside and theeked it o'er with rashes

Young Betsy Belle and Mary Gray, ye unco saer oppress us
Our fancies fee between ye two, ye are such Bonnie lassies
Woe's me for both I cannot get, to one by law we're stinted
Then I'll draw straws and take my fate and be with one contented

Oh, Betsy Belle and Mary Gray, they were two Bonnie lasses
They biggit a bower on yon burnside and theeked it o'er with rashes

But Betsy Belle nor Mary Gray could quell my fancy ever
The plague came from the burrows-town, it slew them both together