An' then it's the grand procession that's formed;
The best-man leads aff wi' the bride,
While the bridegroom comes on at the tail o' the line
Haudin' close tae the minister's side.
The fiddler leads at a lively pace,
An' clear frae his strings does he draw
The bonnie sweet notes o' that auld-farrant tune,
"Oh, it's woo'ed an' mairit an' a'."