This is a couple married with joy; First a girl and then a boy, Seven years after and seven years to come, This young couple married and begun. [The Christian name of a girl] made a pudding so nice and sweet, [Boy’s Christian name] took a knife and tasted it. Taste love, taste love, don’t say No, The next Sunday morning To church we shall go. Clean the brazen candlesticks, And clean the fireside, Draw back the curtains. And lat’s see the bride. A’ the men in oor toon leads a happy life, Except [a boy’s full name], and he wants a wife. A wife shall he hae, and a widow she shall be; For look at [a girl’s full name] diddling on’s knee. He paints her cheeks and he curls her hair, And he kisses the lass at the foot o’ the stair. —Tyrie (Rev. W. Gregor). [The form of words at Cullen is the same for the first seven lines, and then the words are:—] XXXIV. This young couple be married and be done, A’ the men in oor toon leads a happy life, Except —— and he wants a wife. A wife he shall have, and a widow she shall be, Except [a girl’s name] that sits on his knee, Painting her face and curling her hair, Kissing [a girl’s name] at the foot o’ the stair. —Cullen (Rev. W. Gregor). XXXV. Rise, Sally Walker, rise if you can, Rise, Sally Walker, follow your gudeman. Come choose to the east, come choose to the west, Come choose to the very one that you love best. Now they’re married I wish them joy, Every year a girl or boy, Loving each other like sister and brother, And so they may be kissed together. Cheese and bread for gentlemen, And corn and hay for horses, A cup of tea for a’ good wives, And bonnie lads and lassies. When are we to meet again? And when are we to marry? Raffles up, and raffles down, and raffles a’ a dancin’, The bonniest lassie that ever I saw, Was [child in the centre] dancin’. —Aberdeen Training College (Rev. W. Gregor.) XXXVI. Sally, Sally Walker, sitting in the sun, Weeping and wailing for a young man, Rise, Sally, rise, and wipe away your tears, Fly to the east, fly to the west, And fly to the very one that you love best. Uncle John is very sick, He goes a courting night and day; Sword and pistol by his side, Little Sally is his bride. He takes her by the lily white hand, He leads her over the water; Now they kiss and now they clap, Mrs. Molly’s daughter.