TUNE: Fy, Let Us A' to The Bridal
1.
Fy, let us a' to Kirkcudbright,
For there will be bickerin there;
For Murry's light horse are to muster,
An' O, how the heroes will swear!
And there will be Murry commander,
An' Gordon the battle to win:
Like brothers, they'll stan' by each other,
Sae knit in alliance and kin.
2.
An' there'll be black-nebbit Johnie,
The tongue o' the trump to them a':
Gin he get na Hell for his haddin,
The Deil gets nae justice ava!
And there'll be Kempleton's birkie,
A boy no sae black at the bane;
But as to his fine nabob fortune -
We'll e'en let the subject alane!

(Note:- I have translated ' birkie' to be younker,
which means a young person; in Scotland it would
also mean a smart or conceited person. Also 'nabob'
is a European who has made his fortune in the East.)

3.
An' there'll be Wigton's new sheriff -
Dame Justice fu' brawly has sped:
She's gotten the heart of a Bushby,
But Lord! what's become o' the head?
An' there'll be Cardoness, Esquire,
Sae mighty in Cardoness' eyes:
A wight that will weather damnation,
For the Devil the prey would despise.
4.
An' there'll be Douglasses doughty,
New christening towns far and near:
Abjuring their democrat doings
An' kissing the arse of a peer!
An' there'll be Kenmure sae generous,
Wha's honor is proof to the storm:
To save them from stark reprobation
He lent them his name to the firm!
5.
But he winna mention Redcastle,
The body - e'en let him escape!
He'd venture the gallows for siller,
An' 'twere na the cost o' the rape!
An' whare is our King's Lord Lieutenant,
Sae famed for his gratefu' return?
The billie is getting his Questions
To say at St. Stephen's the morn!
6.
An' there'll be lads o' the gospel:
Muirhead, wha's as guid as he's true;
An' there'll be Buittle's Apostle,
Wha's maur o' the black than the blue;
An' there'll be folk frae St. Mary's,
A house o' great merit and note:
The Deil ane but honors them highly,
The Deil ane will gie them his vote!
7.
An' there'll be wealthy young Richard,
Dame Fortune should hang by the neck:
But for prodigal thriftless bestowing,
His merit had won him respect.
An' there'll be rich brither nabobs;
Tho' nabobs, yet men o' the first!
An' there'll be Collieston's whiskers,
An' Quinton - o' lads no the warst!
8.
An' there'll be Stamp-Office Johnie:
Tak tent how ye purchase a dram!
An' there'll be gay Cassencarry,
An' there'll be Colonel Tam;
An' there'll be trusty Kerroughtree,
Wha's honour was ever his law:
If the virtues were pack't in a parcel,
His worth might be sample for a'!
9.
An' can we forget the auld Major,
Wha'll ne'er be forgot in the Greys?
Our flatt'ry we'll keep for some other:
Him only it's justice to praise!
An' there'll be maiden Kilkerran,
An' also Barskimming's guid Knight.
An' there'll be roaring Birtwhistle -
Yet luckily roars in the right!
10.
An' there frae the Niddlesdale border
Will mingle the Maxwells in droves:
Teuch Johnie, Staunch Geordie, and Wattie
That girns for the fishes an' loaves!
An' there'll be Logan's M'Doual -
Sculdudd'ry an' he will be there!
An' also the wild Scot o' Galloway,
Sogering, gunpowther Blair!
11.
Then hey the chaste interest of Broughton.
An' hey for the blessings 'twill bring!
It may send Balmaghie to the Commons -
In Sodom 'twould mak him a King!
An' hey for the sanctified Murry
Our land wha wi' chapels has stor'd;
He founder'd his horse among harlots,
But gie'd the auld naig to the Lord!

TUNE: Fy, Let Us All to The Bridal

Fy, let us all to Kirkcudbright,
For there will be bickering there;
For Murry's light horse are to muster,
And O, how the heroes will swear!
And there will be Murry commander,
And Gordon the battle to win:
Like brothers, they will stand by each other,
So knit in alliance and kin.

And there will be black-beaked Johnie,
he tongue of the trump to them all:
If he gets no Hell for his inheritance,
The Devil gets no justice at all!
And there will be Kempleton's younker,
A boy not so black at the bone;
But as to his fine nabob fortune -
We will even let the subject alone!







And there will be Wigton's new sheriff -
Dame Justice full finely has sped:
She has gotten the heart of a Bushby,
But Lord! what has become of the head?
And there will be Cardoness, Esquire,
So mighty in Cardoness' eyes:
A person that will weather damnation,
For the Devil the prey would despise.

And there will be Douglasses doughty,
New christening towns far and near:
Abjuring their democrat doings
And kissing the arse (backside) of a peer!
And there will be Kenmure so generous,
Who's honour is proof to the storm:
To save them from stark reprobation
He lent them his name to the firm!

But he will not mention Redcastle,
The creature - even let him escape!
He would venture the gallows for money,
And it were not the cost of the rope!
And where is our King's Lord Lieutenant,
So famed for his grateful return?
The fellow is getting his Questions (Catechism)
To say at St. Stephen's to-morrow!

And there will be lads of the gospel:
Muirhead, who is as good as he is true;
And there will be Buittle's Apostle,
Who is more of the black than the blue;
And there will be folk from St. Mary's,
A house of great merit and note:
The Devil a one but honours them highly,
The Devil one will give them his vote!

And there will be wealthy young Richard,
Dame Fortune should hang by the neck:
But for prodigal thriftless bestowing,
His merit had won him respect.
And there will be rich brother nabobs;
Though nabobs, yet men of the first!
And there will be Collieston's whiskers,
And Quinton - of lads not the worst!

And there will be Stamp-Office Johnie:(Excise officer)
Take care how you purchase a dram (drink)!
And there will be gay (merry) Cassencarry,
And there will be Colonel Tam;
And there will be trusty Kerroughtree,
Who's honour was ever his law:
If the virtues were packed in a parcel,
His worth might be sample for all!

And can we forget the old Major,
Who will never be forgot in the Scots Greys (regiment)?
Our flattery we will keep for some other:
Him only it's justice to praise!
And there will be maiden Kilkerran,
And also Barskimming's good Knight.
And there will be roaring Birtwhistle -
Yet luckily roars in the right!

And there from the Niddlesdale border
Will mingle the Maxwells in droves:
Tough Johnie, Staunch Geordie, and Wattie
That complains for the fishes and loaves!
And there will be Logan's M'Doual -
Bawdry an he will be there!
Andalso the wild Scot of Galloway,
Soldiering, gunpowder Blair!

Then hey the chaste interest of Broughton.
And hey for the blessings it will bring!
It may send Balmaghie to the Commons -
In Sodom it would make him a King!
And hey for the sanctified Murry
Our land who with chapels has stored;
He foundered his horse among harlots,
But gave the old horse to the Lord!