O'er the Laird a drum is a-huntin' gone, All in the mornin' early,And there he has spied a well-favour'd lass, A sheer in her father's barley.O, would you nay be a gentleman's wife, And would you nay be a lady,And would you nay be of some higher degree, And leave your sheer in the low? No.O, I would be a gentleman's wife, And I would be a lady,And I would be of some higher degree, But I'm not a match for thee, O.Well, if you'll cast off your gown of grey, Put on the silk for me, O,I'll make a vow and keep it true, And my true love you'll ever be, O.My father, he is a shepherd man, Keepin' sheep on yonder hill, O,And ye may go and ask of him, For I am at his will, O.So the drum is to her father gone, Keepin' sheep on yonder hill, O,I am come to marry your one daughter, If you'll give me your goodwill, O.Well, the lassie can neither read nor write, She was never in a school, O,But well can she milk either cow or yow, And make the cheeses well, O.She'll shake your barn and when your corn, And go to kill and mellow,She'll settle your steed in time of need, And draw off your boots herself, O.I'll learn your lassie to read and write, Put her myself to school, O.She shall neither need to settle my steed, Nor draw off my boots herself, O.Ah, but who will bake your bridal bread, And who will brew your aloe?And who will stand by the gate of the drum, To welcome your lassie home, O?Oh, the baker can bake my bridal bread, And the brewer can brew my aloe,And I will stand by the gate of the drum, To welcome my lassie home, O.There were four and twenty gentlemen, Went in at the gates of Drum, O.But not one man has lifted his hat, When the lady did come in, O.Then up and spoke his brother John, Says, You've done us all great wrong, O.You've married one far below our degree, A mock to all our kin, O.Oh, hold your tongue, my brother John, What needs it thee offend, O?I've married a wife to work and win, And you've married one to spend, O.Then up and spoke his father John, Being a man of high degree, O.You've married a wife on this same night, And she's not a match for thee, O.Well, the last lady we had in this house, She was far above our degree, O.And we dared not enter into a room, Till our hats were below our knee, O.But if you were dead and I were dead, And both laid in one grave, O.Nine years down and lifted up again, Who's to know your dust from mine, O?Who's to know your dust from mine, O?