A. Oh! fair is the sight I trow,
When the bride the kirk goes in,
No need of the torch’s glow,
So bright is her cherry chin.[5]
B. Her neck’s like the driven snow,
Her hair’s like the daffodil,
Her eyes in their sockets glow,
Like the sun rising over the hill.
The whole winds up with a description of the married life of the pair.
A. The cock he struts into the house,