As I was walkin' one fine summer's evening 
A-walkin' doon by the Broomielaw 
It was there I met wi' a fair young maiden 
She'd cherry cheeks and a skin like snaw. 

Says I, "My lassie, is it you that wanders? 
All alone by the Broomielaw?" 
"Indeed it's the truth I'll tell ye, 
I'm a bleacher lassie on Kelvinhaugh." 

"Oh lassie, lassie do you remember 
The ships that sailed by the Broomielaw, 
And the sailor laddies they all admired 
The bleacher lassie on Kelvinhaugh?" 

"Oh laddie, laddie I do remember 
The ships that sailed by the Broomielaw 
And the sailor laddies they all got tipsy 
With the bleacher lassie on Kelvinhaugh." 

Says I, "My lassie will ye gang wi' me? 
I will dress you in fine satins braw." 
"Indeed kind sir, I can plainly tell ye 
I've a lad o' my ain and he's far awa. 

"It's sieven lang years that I loo'ed a sailor; 
It's sieven lang years that he gaed awa 
And anither sieven I will wait upon him 
And bleach my claes here on Kelvinhaugh." 

"Oh lassie, lassie, ye are hard-hairted 
I wish your face I never saw; 
For my heart's aye bleedin', baith nicht and mornin' 
For the bleacher lassie on Kelvinhaugh. 

"Oh lassie, lassie, ye hae been faithful 
And thocht on me when far awa'; 
Twa hairts will surely be rewarded, 
We'll pairt nae mair here on Kelvinhaugh." 

It's now this couple, it's they've got marr-i-ed 
And they keep an ale-house atween them twa 
And the sailor laddies, they all come drinkin' 
To see that lassie on sweet Kelvinhaugh.