Gin ye'll marry me, lassie,
at the kirk o' Birnie Bouzle
Till the day ye die, lassie,
ye will ne'er repent it.

Ye will gang sae braw, lassie,
tae the kirk o' Birnie Bouzle
Little brogues an' a' lassie,
vow but ye'll be canty.

Your wee bit tochter's a' but small,
but hoddin grey will wear for tha'
I'll save my siller tae mak' ye braw,
and ye will ne'er repent it.

We'll hae bonnie bairns and a',
some lassies fair and laddies braw
Like their mither ane and a',
and your faither he's consented.

I'll hunt the otter and the brock,
the hart, the hare, and heather-cock
And pu' ye limpets frae the rock,
tae mak ye dishes dainty.