Nut Brown Maiden - The Corries

Ho ro my nut-brown maiden,

Hee ree my nut-brown maiden,

Ho ro ro maiden,

For she’s the maid for me.

Her eye so mildly beaming,

Her look so frank and free,

In waking or in dreaming,

Is evermore with me.

Ho ro my nut-brown maiden,

Hee ree my nut-brown maiden,

Ho ro ro maiden,

For she’s the maid for me.

O Mary, mild-eyed Mary,

By land or on the sea,

Though time or tide may vary

My heart beats true for thee.

Ho ro my nut-brown maiden,

Hee ree my nut-brown maiden,

Ho ro ro maiden,

For she’s the maid for me.

And when the blossoms laden,

Bright summer comes again,

I’ll fetch my nut-brown maiden

Down from the bonnie glen.

Ho ro my nut-brown maiden,

Hee ree my nut-brown maiden,

Ho ro ro maiden,

For she’s the maid for me.