An’ she maun ta’e her luck,
For I tell ye I shonna marry her—
What her’s got, her took.
That’s spoken like a man, Timmy,
That’s spoken like a man ...
“He up an’ fired off his pistol
An’ then away he ran.”
I damn well shanna marry ’er,
So chew at it no more,
Or I’ll chuck the flamin’ lot of you—