| I am a forester of this land | 
| As you may plainly see | 
| It's the mantle of your maidenhead | 
| That I would have from thee | 
| He's taken her by the milk white hand | 
| And by the leylan sleeve | 
| He's lain her down upon her back | 
| And asked no man's leave | 
| Now since you've lain me down young man | 
| You must take me up again | 
| And since you've had your wills of me | 
| Come tell to me your name | 
| Some call me Jim, some call me John | 
| Begad, it's all the same | 
| But when I'm in the king's high court | 
| Erwilian is my name | 
| She being a good scholar | 
| She's spelt it o'er again | 
| Erwilian, that's a Latin word | 
| But Willy is your name | 
| Now when he heard his name pronounced | 
| He mounted his high horse | 
| She's belted up her petticoat | 
| And followed with all her force | 
| He rode and she ran | 
| A long summer day | 
| Until they came by the river | 
| That's commonly called the Tay | 
| The water, it's too deep, my love | 
| I'm afraid you cannot wade | 
| But afore he'd ridden his horse well in | 
| She was on the other side | 
| She went up to the king's high door | 
| She knocked and she went in | 
| Said, "One of your chancellor's robbed me | 
| And he's robbed me right and clean" | 
| Has he robbed you of your mantle? | 
| Has he robbed you of your ring? | 
| No, he's robbed me of my maidenhead | 
| And another I can't find | 
| If he be a married man | 
| Then hanged he shall be | 
| And if he be a single man | 
| He shall marry thee? | 
| This couple, they got married | 
| They live in Huntley town | 
| She's the Earl of Airlie's daughter | 
| And he's the blacksmith's son |