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It was at Aulrain I was ta'en, A prisoner for Lady Jean ; In fetters strong then I was ta’en, And carried into Aberdeen.
It's not their frowns that I do mind, Nor yet the way that I have to go, But love has pierced my tender heart, And alas! it's brought me very low.
I was embarked at the shore, Never to see my darling more, In Germany a soldier to be, AH for the lass of Banaphie.
But when I was upon the seas, I ne'er could take one moment's ease, For she was daily in my mind, That bonny lass I left behind.
But when I arrived in foreign land, From my true love a letter came, With her respect in each degree, Sign’d by the lass of Banaphie.
The answer which to her I sent, Be sayer to my true love went,
