I am the forester o' this land, as ye may plainly see It's the mantle o' yer maiden, it a diamond, if it be Wee maroor, I'm ruddery right, I'm ruddery right, my wordy hon
He's teener be the milk we done, and by the leel and sleeve He's laid her doon upon her back, and ask it no man's leave Wee maroor, I'm ruddery right, I'm ruddery right, my wordy hon
Now since you've laid me doon, young man, you'll tack me up again And since you've teen yer wells o' me, you'll tell to me yer name Wee maroor, I'm ruddery right, I'm ruddery right, my wordy hon
Some call me Jim, some call me John, I'm regardless o' the same But when I'm in the king's court, a lilyan is my name Wee maroor, I'm ruddery right, I'm ruddery right, my wordy hon
She being a good scholar, she spelt it out again Says a lilyan, that's a Latin word, but willy is yer name Wee maroor, I'm ruddery right, I'm ruddery right, my wordy hon
When he heard his name pronounced, he mounted his high horse But she belted up her petticoats and followed by our force Wee maroor, I'm ruddery right, I'm ruddery right, my wordy hon
He rode and she ran a long summer day Until they gumped the river, it's come and they caught the tae Wee maroor, I'm ruddery right, I'm ruddery right, my wordy hon
The water, it's too deep, my love, I'm afraid ye can't avoid But afore he hid his horse, we'll water she was at the other side Wee maroor, I'm ruddery right, I'm ruddery right, my wordy hon
He went up the king's door, she knocked and she went in Says this one here chancellor's robed me and he's robed me right and clean Wee maroor, I'm ruddery right, I'm ruddery right, my wordy hon
As he robed you o'er your mantle, as he robed you o'er your ring As he robed you o'er your maiden, he'd neither you can offend Wee maroor, I'm ruddery right, I'm ruddery right, my wordy hon
If he be a married man, a hunged he will be But if he be a single man, he shall marry thee Wee maroor, I'm ruddery right, I'm ruddery right, my wordy hon
Now this couple, they've got married, she lives in Huntleytoon She's the Earl o'er his daughter and he's the blacksmith's son Wee maroor, I'm ruddery right, I'm ruddery right, my wordy hon