Once I roved out on a fine summer's day
The fields were in blossom, and the meadows were gay
I spied a wee lassie tripping over the green
I took her for Helen, that Grecian queen
That Grecian queen, that Grecian queen
I took her for Helen, that Grecian queen

She's admired by others, I know them right well
Every morning to view that sweet spot where she dwells
Beneath the hawthorn at the brink on yon hill
May she never marry, but think on me still
Oh think on me still, oh think on me still
May she never marry, but think on me still

My parents died on me, 'tis all for their sake
And oft times it causes my poor heart to break
But the more I think on them, the more I will say
There's no one will be mine but the wee lass on the brae
Wee lass on the brae, wee lass on the brae
There's no one will be mine but the wee lass on the brae

Oh and faith, there's a decline over yon far-off sky
'Tis off to my darling like lightning I'll fly
If the night were as long as a long summer's day
I'd cheerfully sit with my wee lass on the brae
Wee lass on the brae, wee lass on the brae
I'd cheerfully sit with my wee lass on the brae

So fare thee well, darling, I love you the best
And may you be happy and may you be blessed
And may you think on me when I'm far away
For there's no one will be mine but the wee lass on the brae
Wee lass on the brae, wee lass on the brae
There's no one will be mine but the wee lass on the brae
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