Lyrics:

Four-and-twenty highland men
Come from the carron side
To carry away eppy moray for
She would not be a bride, a bride
She would not be a bride

Then out it came her mither for
It was a moonlit night
She couldn't see her daughter for
The moon it shone so bright, so bright
The moon it shone so bright

Hold away from me, mither
Hold away from me!
There's not a man in all strathdon
Should married be with me, with me
Should married be with me

They've taken eppy moray
And a horse they've bound her on
And they had rid to the minister's house
As fast as horse could run, could run
As fast as horse could run

Then willie he's taken his pistol out
And set it to the minister's breast
O marry me, marry me, minister
Or else I'll be your priest, your priest
Or else I'll be your priest

Hold away from me, willie
Hold away from me
I not avow to marry you
Except she's willing as thee, as thee
Except she's willing as thee

They've taken eppy moray then
She'd better could not be
And they have rid over carron side
As fast as horse could flee, could flee
As fast as horse could flee

Then mass was sung and bells were rung
And they're away to bed
And willie and eppy moray
In ane bed they were laid, were laid
In ane bed they were laid

He's taken the sack from off his back
And kicked away his shoes
And thrown away the chamber key
And naked he's lay down, lay down
And naked he's lay down

Hold away from me, willie
Hold away from me
Before I lose my maidenhead
I'll try my strength with thee, with thee
I'll try my strength with thee

He's kissed her on the lily breast
And held her shoulders twa
But aye she great and aye she spat
And turned to the wall, the wall
And turned to the wall

All through the night they wrestled there
Until the light of day
And willie great and willie swat
But he could not stretch her spey, her spey
He could not stretch her spey

Weary fa' you, willie, then
For you could not prove a man
For if you gained her maidenheid
She would have held your hand, your hand
She would have held your hand

Go away from me, lady
Go away from me!
There's not a man in all strathdon
Shall married be with me, with me
Shall married be with me

Go fetch me a horse
And fetch it like a man
And send me back to my mither
A maiden as I came, I came
A maiden as I came