Four-and-twenty Highland men
Came a' from Carrie side,
To steal awa Eppie Morrie
'Cause she would not be a bride.

Out it's came her mother,
It was a moonlight night,
She could not see her daughter,
Their swords they shin'd so bright.

Haud far awa frae me, mother,
Haud far awa frae me;
There's not a man in a' Strathdon
Shall wedded be with me.

They have taken Eppie Morrie
And horseback bound her on,
And then awa to the minister
As farst as horse could gang.

He's taken out a pistol
And se it to the minister's breast;
Marry me, marry me, minister,
Or else I'll be your priest.

Haud far awa frae me, good sir,
Haud far awa frae me;
For there's not a man in all Strathdon
That shall married be with me.

Haud far awa frae me, Willie,
Haud far awa frae me;
For I darna vow to marry you
Except she's a willing as ye,

They have taken Eppie Morrie
Since better could nae be,
And they're awa to Carrie side
As fast as horse could flee.

When mass was sung and bells were rung
And all were bound for bed,
Then Willie an' Eppie Morrie
In one bed they were laid.

Haud far awa frae me Willie,
Haud far awa frae me;
Before I'll lose my maidenhead
I'll try my strength with thee.

She took the cap from off her head
And threw it to the way,
Said, Ere I lose my maidenhead
I'll fight with you till day.

Then early in the morning
Before her clothes were on,
In came the maiden of Scalletter,
Gown and shirt alone.

Get up, get up, young woman,
And drink the wine wi' me.--
You might have called maiden,
I'm sure as leal as thee.

Wally fa' you Willie,
That ye could nae prove a man
And ta'en the lassie's maidenhead;
She would have hired your han'.

Haud far awa frae me, lady,
Haud far awa frae me;
There's not a man in a' Strathdon
The day shall wed wi' me.

Soon there came Belbordlane
With a pistol on every side;
Come awa hame, Eppie Morrie,
And there you'll be my bride.

Go get to me a horse, Willie,
And get it like a man,
And send me back to my mother
A maiden as I cam.

The sun shines o'er the westlin hills:
By the light lamp of the moon
Just saddle your horse, young John Forsyth,
And whistle and I'll come soon.