(Iain MacCalman / James Hogg)
Hurray, hurray, the jade's away
Like a rocket of air with her bandalet
I'm up in the air on my bonnie gray mare
But I see her yet, I see her yet
I'll ring the skirts o' the gowden wain
Wi' curb and bit, wi' curb and bit
And catch the Bear by the frozen mane
And I see her yet, I see her yet
Away, away o'er mountain and main
To sing at the morning's rosy yett
And water my mare in its fountain clear
But I see her yet, I see her yet
Away, thou bonnie witch o' Fife
On foam of the air to heave and flit
And little reck thou of the poet's life
For he sees thee yet, he sees thee yet
(as sung by The McCalmans)