Chorus
Gin ye marry me Lassie
At the Kirk called Birnie Bouzle
Till the day ye die lassie
Ye will ne’er repent it
Ye will wear when ye are wed
A girdle and a Hieland plaid
High above a heather bed
Sae coutle and sae canty
Tho your tocher is but small
a hodden-grey will wear for tha’
I’ll save my siller tae mak’ ye braw
And Ye will ne’er repent it
Ye’ll hae bonnie bairn’s and a’\u00a0
Some lassie’s fair and ladies braw
Like their mither yin and a’<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yer faither he’s consented
I’ll hunt the otter and the brock
The hart the hare the hearther-cock
And you alone will spay the rock
And mak’ ye dishes dainty
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ChorusGin ye marry me LassieAt the Kirk called Birnie BouzleTill the day ye die lassieYe will ne’er repent it Ye will wear when ye are wedA girdle and a Hieland plaidHigh above a heather bedSae coutle and sae canty Tho your tocher is but smalla hodden-grey will wear for tha’I’ll save my siller tae mak’ … <\/p>\n