The Laird o' Drum is a-huntin' gain, All in a-mornin' early,And there he spied a wheel-fart maid, Sheerin' her father's barley.And would ye fancy me, bonnie maid, And let the sheerin' be,And I'll make ye the lady o' Drum, Would ye fancy me?I wouldnae fancy you, kind sir, Be your name, and I see,For I am come, o'erloakin', And your wife I cannot be.My father, he's an old shepherdman, Heard sheep on yonder howl,And everything he bids me do, I'm ready at his goodwill.So he has to her father gain, We has hogs on yonder howl,I want to marry your daughter, kind sir, Will ye give me your goodwill?I wanna give you my daughter, he says, She was never at the school.The wheel can she milk, cows and cows, With a coggy on her knee.She'll whinny your corn, and gong to the barn, And thong to mell or callow.She'll saddle your steed in time o' need, And draw your beets herself.And fa' will bake my bridle-breed, And fa' will brew my ale,And fa' will welcome my lady, Him is mere than I can tell.She will bake your bridle-breed, And she will brew your ale,And fa' will welcome your lady, Him bit the laird o' drum and cell.And five-and-twenty gentlemen Stood at the gate o' drum,And never a'een put his hand to his hat, To welcome the lady, him.But he has seen her by the hand, And he laid her butt on bend,And he put the keys into her right hand, And he's welcomed her, him, himself.