There's a lass called May, she comes from Inveraray,
There's a lass called Alice up in Aberdeen,
There's a Glesga Jessie all in competition,
But the one to have my heart to keep is Ru'glen Jean.

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She has lips like crimson roses in the summer
And her eyes have the skies, her hair has got the sun.
She's as neat and sweet as I'm sure was ever fashioned,
And I'll guarantee she'll marry me before I'm done.

There's a highland tang wi' the lass in Inveraray,
There's a touch o' spring wi' the lass in Aberdeen,
Wi' my Glesga Jessie there's the warmth o' the summer,
But you'll find them all together in my Ru'glen Jean.

I'll be tellin' May that's up in Inveraray,
I'll be tellin' Alice and Jessie and them all,
Go and find yourself another lad to centre your affections on,
And bring him to my weddin' in the big toon hall.