Balnafanen

I was going to the fair
To the fair of Balnafanan
When I met a windsome man
He was as fair as the Annan
I asked him where he lived
As we walked our road together
By the bonny mountainside
He replied, ""among the heather""

I will build my love a bower
By yon clear crystal fountain
And on it I will plant
All the flowers of the mountain
I'll walk the mountainside
And the dark glens so early
And I'll bring back the spoils
To the one I love so dearly