‘It’s narrow, narrow, make your bed,
And learn to lie your lane;
For I’m ga’n o’er the sea, Fair Annie,
A braw bride to bring hame.
Wi’ her I will get gowd and gear;
Wi’ you I ne’er got nane.
2.
‘But wha will bake my bridal bread,
Or brew my bridal ale?
And wha will welcome my brisk bride,