(Trad)
Chorus:
And I wonder when I'll be married
Already my beauty begins to decay
It's time to catch hold of somebody
Somebody before it be all run away
And I wish I were married
My nickname is 'Bachelor Handsome', that's true
I'm a bold and brave farmer of rank and degree
More dashing young men in the country are few
But the pride of old Scotland, in other words - me
Let her who is keen write a letter
To seal a good bargain for her and for me
I hereby engage to fulfil it
Though crippled, though deaf, ay though blind she may be
You bachelor, I've read your letter
Your troubled frustrations I surely can see
Such offers should not be rejected
However repulsive the offerer be
A cripple I'm not, you berate me
Though lame of a hand, I'll admit that it's true
My eye is as good as it could be
Although it's been years since I've seen out of two
But I'm just the lady you wanted (Sod off!)
You asked for an equal of state and degree
For none would have you, you have granted (Sod off!)
As few in this world I admit would have me
Final chorus:
And I wonder when I'll be married
Already my beauty begins to decay
It's time to catch hold of somebody
Somebody before it be all run away
And I wish we were married
(as sung by The McCalmans)