Then up spak honest Johnny Bell:
"My bairns, I ance was young mysel
I've mony a blithsome tale to tell
Sin first I made a wedding o't;
My Tibby was a winsome bride, —
Nay, yet she is her auld man's pride!
Nae faut i' her I ever spyed,
Sin first we made a wedding o't:
Ilk day we live we fonder grow,
Though buckl'd fifty years ago;
Here's comfort for ye, young ones a',
Then haste ye, mak a wedding o't.