| It fell on a day, a bonnie, bonnie day | 
| When the corn grew green and yellow | 
| That there fell out a great dispute | 
| Between Argyll and Airlie | 
| Argyll, he’s raised up five hundred men | 
| Five hundred men and many | 
| He’s led 'em down to the bonnie Dunkell | 
| Made them shoot the bonnie house of Airlie | 
| A Lady was looking over the castle walls | 
| And oh, but she looks weary | 
| And there she spied the great Argyll | 
| Come to plunder the bonnie house of Airlie | 
| «Come down the stairs, Lady» he said | 
| «Come down and kiss me fairly» | 
| «I'll not come down nor kiss you» she said | 
| «Though you won’t leave a standing stone at Airlie» | 
| I have but one favour to ask of thee Argyll | 
| And, I hope, that you will grant me fairly | 
| Oh, take me down to some dark, dowry town | 
| Where I can’t see the plundering of Airlie | 
| He’s taken her by her left shoulder | 
| And oh, but she looks weary | 
| He’s led her up to the top of the town | 
| Made her watch the plundering of Airlie | 
| Oh, fire on, fire on my many men all | 
| And see that you fire clearly | 
| Oh, I vow and I swear by this broad sword I wear | 
| I won’t leave a standing stone at Airlie | 
| If the great Sir John had been but at home | 
| As he is this night wi' Prince Charlie | 
| Neither Argyll nor any Scottish Lord | 
| Dare have plundered the bonnie house of Airlie | 
| Seven, seven son’s I’ve born unto him | 
| And the eight ne’er saw his daddy | 
| If I were to bear a hundred more | 
| They’d all draw sword for Prince Charlie | 
| Oh, if I were to bear a hundred more | 
| They’d all draw sword for Prince Charlie |