Poor Willie wad ne’er hae ta’en ye
Had he kent ye as weel as I;
For ye’r baith proud and saucy,
And no for a poor man’s wife;
Gin I canna get a better
I’se ne’er tak ane i’ my life.
Out spake the bride’s sister,
As she came in frae the byre;
O gin I were but married,
It’s a’ that I desire;