The fiddler tunes up an' rosins his bow,
An' sooples his airm for the jinkin';
At the very first note that soons thro' the ha'
The lads wi' the lassies come linkin';
The bride an' bridegroom lead aff the first dance,
Weel pleased wi' ilk ither, I'm thinkin',
While the auld yins that arena sae fleet o' the fit
Gang canny awa' tae the drinkin'.