Weaving their garlands and wreaths for the dance when the moon is full!
And lo! at last he took him a wife,
A comely and winsome dame, I trow,
Who shed a sunshine over his life,
And silvered the wrinkles upon his brow.
’Twas well with the kine, and well with the dairy,
Nor dreaded he ought from witch or fairy;
(He had one of his own—she was hight Wee Mary!)
And often they went to the cot by the linn,
Where mavis and merle made merry din.