The bride came out o' the byre, 
And O, as she dighted her cheeks,
Sirs, I'm to be married the night, 
And has neither blankets not sheets,
Has neither blankets nor sheets, 
Nor scarce a coverlet too.
The bride that has a'thing to borrow, 
Has e'en right meikle to do.
Woo'd and married and a', 
Woo'd and married and a', 
An was nae she very weel aff, 
That was woo'd and married and a'. 

Out spake the bride's mither, 
What d -- l needs a' this pride?
I had nae a plack in my pouch 
That night I was a bride; 
My gown was linsey-woolsey,
And ne'er a sark ava; 
And ye hae ribbons and buskins,
Mae than ane or twa. 
Woo'd and married and a', &c.

Out spake the bride's sister, 
As she came in frae the byre,
O gin I were but married! 
It's a' that I desire;
But we, poor fo'k, maun live single, 
And do the best we can;
I dinna care what I should want, 
If I cou'd get but a man.
Woo'd and married and a', &c.