Chorus
With a fond embrace, a kiss upon her face,
A gentle hand upon her shou{der,
I sat her doon by the light o' the moon,
Many were the lies I told her.

Now Jeannie Gallacher I am very fond of her,
In my arms I like to hold her.
I'm thankful today for the very special way
Nature did decide to mould her.

When the sun lies doon to accommodate the moon
And the evening breeze blows kindly,
Where the coal smoke comes fae the roon rid lums,
It's there wi' Jean ye'll find me.

And now the clock's made gains and we have so many weans,
Their names I never can recall,
Still Jeannie's fair, none the worse o' a' the wear,
And I love the lassie none the less at all.

When the race is run and the prizes have been won
And the poor old bones grow colder,
Jeannie Gallacher and I you may leave us down to lie,
So for a long time I may hold her.