[Chorus]
It's over the mountains and over the Main
Through Gibraltar to France and Spain.
Put a feather in your bonnet and a kilt above your knee.
Enlist, bonnie laddie, and come away with me.

It's out by the barn and in by the byre
This old farmer thinks you'll never tire.
It's a slavery job of low degree,
So enlist, bonnie laddie, and come away with me.

Laddie, you don't know the danger that you're in.
If your horses was to flag or your sheep was to run,
This wicked old farmer wouldn't pay your fee,
So enlist, bonnie laddie, and come away with me.

Laddie, if you've a sweetheart and bairn
You'll easily get rid of that ill-spun yarn.
A rattle of the drum and that'll pay it all,
So 'list, bonnie laddie, and heed the bugle call.