The procession maun halt at the bridegroom's new hoose
While the bride gangs in tae admire;
Then a ferl o' breed is thrown owre her heid,
An' wi' the poker she steers up the fire.
The procession moves on, an' the auld wifies cry,
"Eh, sirs, but she's bonnie an' braw!"
The fiddler's tune at this juncture is drooned
By the company's hearty "Hurrah."