The Laird O' Cockpen, he's proud and he's great
His mind's ta'en up wi' affairs o' the state
He wanted a wife, his braw hoose tae keep
But favour wi' wooin' was fa'tious tae seek

Doon by the dykeside a lady did dwell
At his table-head he tho't she'd look well
McLeish's ane dochter o' Clavers Ha' Lee
A penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree

His wig was well-powdered, as good as when new
His waistcoat was white and his waistcoat was blue
He put on a sword, a ring and cocked hat
And wha' could resist a laird wi' a' that

He mounted his mare and he rade cannily
Till he came tae the yet o' Clavers Ha' Lee'
"Go tell mistress Jean tae come speedily ben
She is wanted to speak tae the Laird O' Cockpen!"

Mistress Jean she was makin' the elderflow'r wine
"What the De'il brings the Laird here at such a like time?"
She put off her apron, put on her silk goon
Her much wi' red ribbons, and gaed awa' doon

And when she came ben she bobbit' fu' low
And what was his errand, he soon let her know
Dumfoundered was he when the lady said, "Na'"
And wi' a laigh curtsey she turned awa'

Dumfoundered was he, but nae sigh did he gie
He mounted his mare and he rade cannily
But he aft-times remarked as he rade through the glen
"She was daft tae refuse by the Laird O' Cockpen."

And now that the Laird, his exit has made
Mistress Jean she reflected on what she had said
"O for ane I'll get better, it's waur I'll get ten
I was daft tae refuse the Laird O' Cockpen."

The last that the Laird and his Lady were seen
They had gaed arm in arm tae the kirk i' the green.
Now she sits i' the ha' like a weel-tappit' hen
But as yet there's nae chicks ha' appeared in Cockpen