I’ll neither kiss, nor hae a ring,
Nae tartan plaids for me, Donald.
O see you not her ponny progues,
Her fecket plaid, plew, creen, mattam,
Her twa short hose, and her twa spiogs,
And a shoulter pelt apoon, mattam.
Had awa’, bide awa’,
Had awa’ frae me, Donald,
Nae shoulder belts, nae trink abouts,
Nae tartan hose for me, Donald.