SONG
,
WOO'D
AND
MARRIED
AND
A'
,
(
VERSION
TAKEN
FROM
AN
OLD
SONG
OF
THAT
NAME
.
)
THE
bride
she
is
winsome
and
bonny
,
Her
hair
it
is
snooded
sae
sleek
,
And
faithfu
'
and
kind
is
her
Johnny
,
Yet
fast
fa
'
the
tears
on
her
cheek
.
New
pearlins
are
cause
of
her
sorrow
,
New
pearlins
and
plenishing
too
,
The
bride
that
has
a'
to
borrow
,
Has
e'en
right
mickle
ado
.
Woo'd
and
married
and
a'
!
Woo'd
and
married
and
a'
!
Is
na
'
she
very
weel
aff
To
be
woo'd
and
married
at
a'
?
Her
mither
then
hastily
spak
,
"
The
lassie
is
glakit
wi'
pride
;
In
my
pouch
I
had
never
a
plack
On
the
day
when
I
was
a
bride
.
E'en
tak
'
to
your
wheel
,
and
be
clever
,
And
draw
out
your
thread
in
the
sun
;
The
gear
that
is
gifted
,
it
never
Will
last
like
the
gear
that
is
won
.
Woo'd
and
married
and
a'
!
Wi'
havins
and
tocher
sae
sma
'
!
I
think
ye
are
very
weel
aff
,
To
be
woo'd
and
married
at
a'
!
"
"
Toot
,
toot
!
"
quo
'
her
grey-headed
faither
,
"
She's
less
o'
a
bride
than
a
bairn
,
She's
ta'en
like
a
cout
frae
the
heather
,
Wi'
sense
and
discretion
to
learn
.
Half
husband
,
I
trow
,
and
half
daddy
,
As
humour
inconstantly
leans
,
The
chiel
maun
be
patient
and
steady
,
That
yokes
wi'
a
mate
in
her
teens
.
A
kerchief
sae
douce
and
sae
neat
,
O'er
her
locks
that
the
winds
used
to
blaw
!
I'm
baith
like
to
laugh
and
to
greet
,
When
I
think
o'
her
married
at
a'
!
"
Then
out
spak
'
the
wily
bridegroom
,
Weel
waled
were
his
wordies
,
I
ween
,
"
I'm
rich
,
though
my
coffer
be
toom
,
Wi'
the
blinks
o'
your
bonny
blue
een
.
I'm
prouder
o'
thee
by
my
side
,
Though
thy
ruffles
or
ribbons
be
few
,
Than
Kate
o'
the
Croft
were
my
bride
,
Wi'
purfles
and
pearlins
enow
.
Dear
,
and
dearest
of
ony
!
Ye're
woo'd
and
buikit
and
a'
!
And
do
ye
think
scorn
o'
your
Johnny
,
And
grieve
to
be
married
at
a'
?
"
She
turned
,
and
she
blushed
,
and
she
smiled
,
And
she
looket
sae
bashfully
down
;
The
pride
o'
her
heart
was
beguiled
,
And
she
played
wi'
the
sleeves
o'
her
gown
;
She
twirled
the
tag
o'
her
lace
,
And
she
nippet
her
boddice
sae
blue
,
Sine
blinket
sae
sweet
in
his
face
,
And
aff
like
a
maukin
she
flew
.
Woo'd
and
married
and
a'
!
Wi'
Johnny
to
roose
her
and
a'
!
She
thinks
hersel
very
weel
aff
,
To
be
woo'd
and
married
at
a'
.