Over Hillways up and down, myrtle green and bracken brown
Past the sheiling through the town all for the sake of Mairi

Brighter cheeks as rowans are, brighter eye as any star
The fairest of them all by far is our darling Mairi

Plenty herring, plenty meal, plenty peat to fill her creel
Plenty bonny bairns as weel, that´s the toast for Mairi

Step we gaily on we go, heel for heel and toe for toe
Arm in arm and row in row, all for Mairi´s Wedding