"Sheep will die in cots, mither,
And owsen die in byre;50
And what's this warld's wealth to me,
An I get na my heart's desire?
"Whare will I get a bonny boy,
That wad fain win hose and shoon,
That will rin to fair Annie's bower,55
Wi' the lei light o' the moon?
"Ye'll tell her to come to Willie's weddin',
The morn at twal at noon;
Ye'll tell her to come to Willie's weddin',
The heir o' [Duplin town].60
"She manna put on the black, the black,
Nor yet the dowie brown;
But the scarlet sae red, and the kerches sae white,
And her bonny locks hangin' down."
He is on to Annie's bower,65
And tirled at the pin;
And wha was sae ready as Annie hersel,
To open and let him in.
"Ye are bidden come to Willie's weddin',
The morn at twal at noon;70
Ye are bidden come to Willie's weddin',
The heir of Duplin town.
"Ye manna put on the black, the black,
Nor yet the dowie brown;
But the scarlet sae red, and the kerches sae white,75
And your bonny locks hangin' down."
"Its I will come to Willie's weddin',
The morn at twal at noon;
Its I will come to Willie's weddin',
But I rather the mass had been mine.80
"Maidens, to my bower come,
And lay gold on my hair;