1.
O, stay, sweet warbling wood-lark, stay,
Nor quit for me the trembling spray!
A hapless lover courts thy lay,
Thy soothing, fond complaining.
Again, again that tender part,
That I may catch thy melting art!
For surely that wad touch her heart,
Wha kills me wi' disdaining.
2.
Say, was thy little mate unkind,
And heard thee as the careless wind?
O, nocht but love and sorrow join'd
Sic notes o' woe could wauken!
Thou tells o' never-ending care,
O' speechless grief and dark despair -
For pity's sake, sweet bird, nae mair,
Or my poor heart is broken!

O, stay, sweet warbling wood-lark, stay,
Nor quit for me the trembling spray!
A hapless lover courts your lay,
Your soothing, fond complaining.
Again, again that tender part,
That I may catch your melting art!
For surely that would touch her heart,
Who kills me with disdaining.

Say, was your little mate unkind,
And heard you as the careless wind?
O, nothing but love and sorrow joined
Such notes of woe could waken!
You tell of never-ending care,
Of speechless grief and dark despair -
For pity's sake, sweet bird, no more,
Or my poor heart is broken!