Oh, my love said to me: "Will you meet me by the sea? You can kiss me underneath the misty moon" She is stunning, she is pretty, she's as warm as amber whisky And as bonnie as the heather on the hill (Oh, my love) When I was a young boy, my mother said to me: "Find yourself a pretty lass, don't take her love for free" From fields of Aberfeldy to the shores of Loch Maree I know that she's the only one for me Oh, my love said to me: "Will you meet me by the sea? You can kiss me underneath the misty moon" She is stunning, she is pretty, she's as warm as amber whisky And as bonnie as the heather on the hill Oh, my love She is stunning, she is pretty, she's as warm as amber whisky And as bonnie as the heather on the hill She was dancing by the fire as a piper played a tune She wrapped her arms around me and she asked: "Are you my groom?" A dram of amber whisky and a twinkle in her eye We'd dance beneath the Caledonia sky Oh, my love said to me: "Will you meet me by the sea? You can kiss me underneath the misty moon" She is stunning, she is pretty, she's as warm as amber whisky And as bonnie as the heather on the hill Oh, my love Oh, my love She is stunning, she is pretty, she's as warm as amber whisky And as bonnie as the heather on the hill