Last year at Lady Mary's fair when I was in Dundee I fell in with an old sweetheart and he being on a spree His company I did accept and with him I did go But to my sad misfortune it proved my overthrow We wandered east we wandered west we wandered through the lawn He said he'd see me home that night but home I never saw He kept beside me all the while resolved to have his will And by and by we lost our way, at the back of Rare's Hill For when we got to Rare's Hill, the laddie said to me We can't go home tonight my dear, it's far to late you'll see But the night is warm and in my bush, I've got another drill And we can lie down here, content, at the back of Rare's Hill For then he poured a nip a piece to quiet all alarm When I awoke in the morning we were locked in each other's arms He handed me the bottle, another glass to fill And I drank his heath, in store o'wealth, at the back of Rare's Hill And then the lad he said to me, "Oh lassie do not mourn" "For while I draw the breath of life from you I'll never part" "If you will come to yonder town, my wedded wife you'll be" "we'll be the happiest couple t'was ever in Dundee" So it's may I never prosper, and may I never thrive In anything I take in hand as long as I'm alive If e'er I say I rue the day, my laddie had his will Success to Lady Mary's fair, and the back of Rare's Hill.