Fy, let us a' to the bridal

And fy, let us a' to the bridal,

For there'll be lilting there;

For Jock's to be married to Jenny,

The lass wi' the gowden hair.

And there will be lang kail and castocks,

And bannocks of barley meal,

And there will be gude sawt herrings,

To relish a cog of gude ale.

And fy, let us a' to the bridal, &c.

Scrap'd haddocks, wilks, dulse, and tangles,

And a mill of gude snishin to prie;

When weary with eating and drinking,

We'll rise up and dance till we die.

Then fy, let us a' to the bridal,

For there'll be lilting there;

For Jock's to be married to Jenny,

The lass wi' the gowden hair.