"She'll win in your barn at bear-seed time,
Cast out your muck at Yule, O,30
She'll saddle your steed in time o' need,
And draw aff your boots hersell, O."
"Have not I no clergymen?
Pay I no clergy fee, O?
I'll scheel her as I think fit,35
And as I think weel to be, O.
"I'll learn your lassie to read and write,
And I'll put her to the scheel, O;
She'll neither need to saddle my steed,
Nor draw aff my boots hersell, O.40
"But wha will bake my bridal bread,
Or brew my bridal ale, O;
And wha will welcome my bonnie bride,
Is mair than I can tell, O."
Drum is to the hielands gane,45
For to mak a' ready,
And a' the gentry round about,
Cried, "Yonder's Drum and his lady!
"Peggy Coutts is a very bonnie bride,
And Drum is a wealthy laddie,50
But he micht hae chosen a hier match,
Than onie shepherd's lassie."
Then up bespak his brither John,
Says, "Ye've deen us meikle wrang, O;
Ye've married een below our degree,55
A lake to a' our kin, O."
"Hold your tongue, my brither John,
I have deen you na wrang, O;
For I've married een to wirk and win,
And ye've married een to spend, O.60