Oh the kye are all in, but I've lost me hinnie,
Oh the kye are all in, but I've lost me bairn.
I'd rather lose all the kye than lose me hinnie,
I'd rather lose all the kye than lose me bairn
Fair-faced is me hinnie, his blue eyes a-shinin,
His hair in curl ringlets hangs sweet to his side;
So mount the old pony, and gan 'n' seen after him
- Bring to his mummy her only delight.Well he's always out roamin the long summer day through,
He's always out roamin away from the farm
Over hillsides and ditches and valleys and hillsides;
I hope that me bairn he has come to none harm.
I've searched in the meadow and in the four-acre
Stockyards and byres, but nought could I find;
So off you gan daddy and look for your laddy,
And bring to his mummy some peace to her mind.
