Willie sits in his stable door, and he's combing his coal black steed. 
He's doubting on fair 
Margaret's love, and his heart begins to bleed. "Give corn unto my horse, mother, and meat to my man, john, And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower before the night comes on." "Stay at home with me, dear Willie, oh stay at home with me, And the very best cock in all the roost your own supper will be." "For all your cocks and all your roosts, I value not a pin, And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower before the night comes in." "Well if you go to fair Margaret's bower without the leave of me. In the deepest part of the Clyde water, then drowned you will be." "Oh, the good steed that I ride upon, cost me thrice thirty pounds, And I'll put trust in his swift feet to take me safe and sound." 
He's ridden o'er yon high, high hill, and down yon dowey den, 
And the rushin' in of the 
Clyde water would fear five hundred men. "Oh, roaring Clyde, you roar so loud. your steams are wondrous stong, Make me a wreck as I come back, but spare me as I'm gone." 
When he's got to fair 
Margaret's bower, he's turled low on the pin. "Rise up, rise up me May Margaret, rise up and let me in." "Oh who is this at me bower door callin' May Margaret's name?" "Oh it's only your first love, little William this night come to her home. Open your gates this night, oh open and let me in, For my boots are full of the Clyde and I'm frozen to the skin." "My barns are full of corn, Willie, and my stable's full of hay, My bower's full of gentlemen and they won't remove 'till day." "Fare thee well to you May Margaret, fare thee well and adieu. For I have earned my mother's own curse by coming this night to you." 
He's ridden o'er yon high, high hill, and down yon dowey den, 
And the rushing in of the 
Clyde water took 
Willie's hat from him. 
He's leaned him over his saddle bow to catch his hat again, 
And the rushing in of the 
Clyde water took 
Willie's cane from him. 
He's leaned him over his saddle bow to catch his cane by force, 
And the rushing in of the 
Clyde water took 
Willie from his horse. 
The very hour this young man sank into the part so deep, 
Up and awoke 
Miss May Margaret out from her dreary sleep. "Come here, come here, me mother dear, and read to me my dream, I dreamt my love was at our gate and no one let him in." "Lie there, lie there, me May Margaret, lie there and take your rest, For since your love was at our gate it's but two quarters past." 
Nimbly, nimbly rose she up unto the water's brim, 
And the louder that this young girl cried, the louder grew the wind. 
The very first step that she went in, she's up into her feet, 
And it's "Oh and alas!" this young girl cried, "Your water's wondrous deep." 
Oh the very next step that she went in, she's up unto her knees, 
Cried she, "I would go farther in, If I my true lover could see." 
The very next step that she went in, she's up unto her chin, 
In the deepest part of the 
Clyde water, she's found sweet 
William in. 
Saying, "You have had a cruel mother Willie, and I have had another, And now we'll sleep in the Clyde water