O, this is no mine ain house, 
I ken by the rigging o't;
Since with my love I've changed vows,
I dinna like the bigging o't: 
For now that I'm young Robie's bride,
And mistress of his fire-side, 
Mine ain house I like to guide,
And please me wi' the trigging o't.

Then farewell to my father's house, 
I gang where love invites me;
The strictest duty this allows, 
When love with honour meets me.
When Hymen moulds us into ane, 
My Robie's nearer than my kin,
And to refuse him were a sin, 
Sae lang's he kindly treats me.

When I am in mine ain house, 
True love shall be at hand ay,
To make me still a prudent spouse, 
And let my man command ay:
Avoiding ilka cause of strife, 
The common pest of married life,
That makes ane wearied of his wife, 
And breaks the kindly band ay.