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 My laddie he sent a love letter to me,

That in a short time we married should be,

The same I received with heart and good will,

And hopes for to enjoy my laddie still.

My laddie still, &c.

My laddie sent me a braw gold ring,

On our wedding-night a far better thing,

And ay the o’erward of the tune,

Was oxter the bride in the afternoon.

In the afternoon, &c.

My daddie he my tocher paid,

That very day that I was married,

But what’s gone and past we ne’er can recall,

Yet I’ll oxter my laddie in spite of them all.

In spite of them all, &c.

Thirteen maidens all in a row,

That day to the kirk with me did go;

It was a bra’ time of sweet delight,

For I oxter’d my laddie the length of the night.

The length of the night,

The length of the night,

For I oxter’d my laddie the length of the night.

LD King Coul was a jolly old Soul,

and a jolly old soul was he,

Old King Coul he had a brown bowl,

and they brought him in fidlers three:

And every fidler was a very good fidler,

and a very good fidler was he,

Fidle-didle, fidle-didle, went the fidlers three

and there’s no a lass in braid Scotland,

compared to our sweet Marjory.

Old King Coul was a jolly old foul,

and a jolly old soul was he,