"Now I will shoe your foot, Maisry,
And I will glove your hand,
And I will prin your sma' middle,75
Wi' the sma' prin and the lang."
"Wha will saddle my steed," she says,
"And gar my bridle ring?
And wha will ha'e me to gude church-door,
This day I'm ill abound?"80
"I will saddle your steed, Maisry,
And gar your bridle ring;
And I'll hae you to gude church-door,
And safely set you down."
"O healy, healy take me up,85
And healy set me down;
And set my back until a wa',
My foot to yird-fast stane."
He healy took her frae her horse,
And healy set her down;90
And set her back until a wa',
Her foot to yird-fast stane.
When they had eaten and well drunken,
And a' had thorn'd fine;
The bride's father he took the cup,95
For to serve out the wine.
Out it speaks the bridegroom's brother,
An ill death mat he die!
"I fear our bride she's born a bairn,
She's ta'en out a Bible braid,
And deeply has she sworn;
"If I ha'e born a bairn," she says,
"Sin' yesterday at morn;