Shipped far north on a Dundee whaler,
Bonnie laddie! Hieland laddie!
Shipped far north as a whalin' sailor.
Me bonnie Hieland laddie!

Bound away to Iceland cold,
Found much ice but not much gold.

Greenland is a cold country,
Not the place for you and me.

We caught some whales an' boiled their blubber,
Oil an' fat choked every scupper.

We'll soon be homeward bound to Scotland,
Homeward bound to Bonnie Scotland.

I'll be glad when I get hame,
I'll give up this whalin' game.

Oh, Hieland Laddie went a-sailin',
Oh, Hieland Laddie went a-whalin'.