In Perth there lived a bonnie lad
A brewer tae his trade, O
And he has courted Peggy Roy,
A young and handsome maid, O.

Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die dum doo,
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die do.

He courted her for seiven lang years,
A' for to gain her favour;
But there cam' a lad oot o' Edinburgh toon,
Wha swore that he would have her.

Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die dum doo,
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die do.

"It's will ye gang alang wi' me,
And will ye be my honey;
It's will ye gang alang wi' me,
And leave your brewer laddie?"

Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die dum doo,
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die do.

"Oh, I will gang alang wi' you,
And alang wi' you I'll ride, O;
I'll gang wi' you to the ends o' the earth,
Tho' I'm spoke to the brewer lad, O."

Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die dum doo,
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die do.

The brewer he cam' hame at e'en,
A'speirin' for his honey;
Her faither he made this reply:
"She's no' been here since Monday."

Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die dum doo,
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die do.

Oh, wasna that an unco ploy,
Wouldna' anyone been offended?
To court wi' a lad for seiven years
And leave him at the end o't.

Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die dum doo,
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die do.

"Oh, be it so and let her go,
For it shall never grieve me;
I'm a lad that's free, as you can see,
And a sma' thing will relieve me. "

Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die dum doo,
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die do.

"There's as guid fish intae the sea,
As ever yet was taken;
I'll cast my net and try again,
Although l am forsaken."

Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die dum doo,
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die do.

She's rambled up, she's rambled doon,
She's rambled through Kirkcaldie,
And mony's the time she's rued the day,
She jilted her brewer laddie.

Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die dum doo,
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die do.

He's ta'en his course and away he's gane,
The country he has fled, O;
And he's left nae sark upon her back,
Nor blanket on her bed, O.

Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die dum doo,
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die do.

The brewer lad set up in Perth,
And there he brews strong ale, O;
And he has courted anither lass,
And ta'en her tae himsel', O.

Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die dum doo,
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die do.

Ye lovers a', where'er ye be,
Just let this be a warning;
And never slight your ain true love,
For fear ye get a waur ane.

Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die dum doo,
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die do.