There was a rich merchant who lived in Strathdinnar
And he had ae dochter who'se name it was Annie

There was a rich merchant who cam' frae Dunbarton
And he's got this bonnie lassie big, big wi' vairn

Ye'll tak' ship wi' me and ye'll be my honey
Whatmore can a woman do than I can do for ye?

O, captain, tak gold, O captain tak' money
And sail to dry land for the sake of my honey

How can I tak' gold, how can I tak’ money?
There's fey folk on my ship, she winna sail for me

Tak' me by the fingers and lift me up heely
And throw me ower board, and hae nae pity on mе

He's ta'en her by thе fingers and did lift her up
Heely
And thrown her ower board, she was his ain dearie

Her goon it was wide and her petticoat narrow
And she swam afore them till they came to Yarrow

His love she was there when they ca'd to dry land
And her lying deid on the saut sea strand
The baby was born and lying at her feet
For the loss o' his bonnie love, sore did he weep

He's caused mk' a kist o' the gowd sae yellow
And they a' three sleep i' the braes o' yarrow