I am married.
Now I'll whistle, now I'll sing,
Now I'll caper, now I'll fling,
Now the chairs about I'll ding;
For guess ye, man, I'm married.
The happy day is come at last,
A' my doubts and fears are past,
A' my cares behind me cast,
For fast and firm I'm married.
Oh! how happy I am now,
Happier than a prince, I trow,
When I pree her bonnie mou',
And think that I am married.
The bachelor's a stupid ass,
Pretends he disna like a lass,
Weary may his moments pass,
Till ance that he gets married.
Oh! the Eumph, he disna ken,
That they're far the happiest men
Wha a bonnie lass ha'e ta'en,
And kiss'd her, and got married.
Never heed the want o' siller,
Gif her cheek's a rosy colour,
Clap her aye, and whisper till her,
What think ye to be married?
She'll ablins say, "Ye're no that blate,
To speak to me at sic a rate;"
But never fear, for sune or late,
Fu' glad they're to be married.
Then ye'll whistle, then ye'll sing.
Then ye'll caper, then ye'll fling,
Wow but it's a happy thing,
When ane gets coshly married!