On The Rocks By Aberdeen, Where The Whislin' Wave Had Been, As I Wandered And At E'En Was Eerie; There I Saw Thee Sailing West, And I Ran With Joy Opprest - Ay, And Took Out All My Best, My Dearie. Then I Busked Mysel' Wi' Speed, And The Neighbors Cried "What Need? 'Tis A Lass In Any Weed Aye Bonny!" Now My Heart, My Heart Is Sair. What's The Good, Though I Be Fair, For Thou'Lt Never See Me Mair, Man Johnnie!