(Trad)
Last year at Lady Mary's Fair when I was in Dundee
I fell in wi' an old sweethairt, and he'd been on the spree
His company I did accept and wi' him I did go
And to my sad misfortune it proved my overthrow
We wandered east, we wandered west, we wandered in the law
He said he'd see me hame that nicht but hame I never saw
He kept beside me all the time, resolved tae hae his will
And by and by we lost oor way at the back o' Rare's Hill
And when we got to Rare's Hill, the laddie said tae me
We can't go home tonight, my dear, it's far o'er late, ye see
But the nicht is warm and in my pooch I've got anither gill
So we can lie doon here content at the back o' Rare's Hill
And then we poured a nip apeace tae quiet oor alarm
When I awoke in the morning we were locked in each other's arms
He handed me the bottle, anither glass tae fill
And I drank his health and store o' wealth at the back o' Rare's Hill
And when the laddie said tae me, O lassie, do not mourn
For while I draw the breath of life frae you I'll never turn
If you will come tae yonder town my wedded wife tae be
We'll be the happiest couple yet was ever in Dundee
Well it's may I never prosper and may I never thrive
In onythin' I tak' in hand as lang as I'm alive
If e'er I say I rue the day my laddie had his will
Success tae Lady Mary's Fair and the back o' Rare's Hill
(as sung by Cilla Fisher & Artie Trezise)