Jenny dang the weaver

At Willie's wedding o' the green,

The lasses, bonny witches,

Were buskit out in aprons clean,

And snaw-white Sunday's mutches.

Auld Maysie bade the lads tak' tent,

But Jock wad nae believe her;

And soon the fool his folly kent,

For -- Jenny dang the weaver.

Sing, fa la la, etc.

In ilka countra-dance and reel,

Wi' her he wad be babbin;

When she sat down, then he sat down,

And till her wad be gabbin:

Whare'er she gaed, or but or ben,

The coof wad never leave her,

Ay cacklin like a clockin hen;

But -- Jenny dang the weaver.

Sing, fa la la, etc.

Quoth he, "My lass, to speak my mind,

"Good haith! I need na swither;

"You've bonny een, and gif you're kind,

"I needna court anither."

He hum'd and ha'd -- the lass cried, Feugh!

And bade the fool no deave her;

Then snapt her thumb, and lap and leugh,

And -- dang the silly weaver!

Sing, fa la la, &c.