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 So I pluck’d up a spirit, and I question’d the maiden,

If ever she thought it would come to a wedding,

But she laugh’d in my face and she call’d me a ninny,

Have thee says proud Margery, no not for a guinea

Fal lal, &c

Now I could’nt tell what the dickens could ail her,

Says I to myself I’ll go list for a sailor,

So I got the school-master to pen me a letter,

Saying, Fare thee well, Madge, since thou canst love me better,

Fal lal, &c

Now Madge she began for to whimper and roar,

And said she was afraid that she’d ne’er see me more,

And said if at home with her I should stay,

She would be my bride, ay the very next day,

Fal lal, &c.

I was pleased to the heart to think Madge had consent

And to the kirk the next morn we both walk’d with content,

The Priest join’d our hands, while the neighbours stood by,