They're wild with joy in Edinbro', they're feastin' in Dundee,
And a' because my bonnie lad is coming hame to me;
He's coming o'er the salt sea, with a' his noble train,
And Royal Charlie sure shall hae the throne again.
Heigh ho! Janet go, pit your wheelie past;
The lad we dearly luve is coming hame at last.
Oh! gin I had in Scotland's bank twalve hunderd thousand poun's,
I gie it all to see my Charlie marching through the town;
Wi' pibrochs loudly sounding, and banners waving high,
All hearts resolved to conquer in his cause or die.
Heigh ho! Janet go, spin na mair the day;
He's coming that's mair welcome than the flowers in May.
Heigh ho! Janet go, pit your wheelie past;
The bonnie lad we luve is coming hame at last.