The people *cried* her Jenny O' the Braes   And she was weal came tae us all   Her ganglin' body, hangin neath her claes   Made her stand out when she strode down the braes      Two days a week, she'd come visitin' the town   She'd tack the braes rain, hail or shine   Her silver hair would be fleein' in the wind   And folk thocht her a creature mad or wild      When ice and snow gripped o'er the country   you'd see the smoke rise frae her chimney   The world ablow could then rest easy, for Jenny O' the Braes      The wind blew always round the muir   It rattled on her cottage windae   She sat inside close by the fire   She was content in her een company      And if you asked her if she was weal   She'd say I'm grand sir, how's yoursel'   and then she'd trudge on up the hill, Jenny O' the Braes      She was nee bother', how'e'r much we ga'e'er   She look down cheese, breed, oats and barley   She was nee farscht with trouble or care   She'd spurn the knock that grocht a helpin' hand      Sometimes she'd wander o'er the muir   Collectin' heather, plants and flowers   And singin' softly tae hersel', Jenny O' the Braes      Last year she baeded mare at haem   Her cottage door was seldom open   And when the spring flowers come tae bloom   She hardly ever ventured down the braes      One day when someone was out walkin'   They saw her chimney was nae smokin'   They found her sittin' in the kitchen, a smile upon her face, Jenny O' the Braes