Went hipping and skipping among them all;
They ask'd what made him come so boldly in,
"I'm come a wooing," says Tommy Linn.
Tommy Linn went to the church to be wed,
The bride followed after hanging down her head,
She hung down her cheeks, she hung down her chin,
"This is a glooming quean," says Tommy Linn.
Tommy Linn's daughter sat on the stairs,
"Oh, dear father, gin I be not fair;"
The stairs they broke, and she fell in,