Chorus
Buy broom besoms! Wha will buy them now?
Fine heather ringers, better never grew.
1.
I maun hae a wife, whatsoe'er she be;
An she be a woman, that's eneugh for me.
2.
If that she be bony, I shall think her right:
If that she be ugly, where's the odds at night?
3.
O, an she be young, how happy shall I be?
If that she be auld, the sooner she will die.
4.
If that she be fruitfu', O! what a joy is there!
If she be barren, less will be my care.
5.
Be she green or gray; be she black or fair;
Let her be a woman, I shall seek nae mair.
6.
If she like a drappie, she and I'll agree;
If she dinna like it, there's the mair for me.

Chorus
Buy broom sweeping brushes! Who will buy them now?
Fine heather ringers, better never grew.

I must have a wife, what so ever she be;
If she be a woman, that is enough for me.

If that she be lovely, I shall think her right:
If that she be ugly, where is the odds at night?

O, if she be young, how happy shall I be?
If that she be old, the sooner she will die.

If that she be fruitful, O! what a joy is there!
If she be barren, less will be my care.

Be she green or gray; be she black or fair;
Let her be a woman, I shall seek no more.

If she like a drappie (a drink), she and I will agree;
If she does not like it, there is the more for me.