Take a look at the wonderful Skipper's wedding which has the same tune-

The Skipper's Wedding

Good neighbours, I'm come for to tell you
Our skipper and Moll's to be wed'
And if it be true what they're saying,
Egad, we'll be rarely fed;
They've brought home a shoulder of mutton,
Besides two thumping fat geese;
and when at the fire they're roasting,
We're all to have sops in the grease.

Blind willy's to play on the fiddle.

And there will be pies and spice dumplings,
And there will be bacon and peas;
Besides a great lump of beef boiled,
And they may get crowdies who please
To eat of such good things as these are,
I'm sure you've  but seldom the luck;
Besides, for to make us some pottage,
there'll be a sheep's head and a pluck.

Blind Willy's to play on the fiddle.

Of sausages there will be plenty,
Black puddings, sheep fat, and neat's tripes;
Besides, for to warm all our noses,
Great store of tobacco and pipes.
A room, they say, there is provided
For us at  The Old Jacob's Well,
The bridegroom he went there this morning.
And spokefor a barrel o' yell

Blind Willy's to play on the fiddle.

There's sure to be those things I've mentioned,
And many things else; and I learn
There's white bread and butter and sugar,
To please every bonny young bairn.
Of each dish and glass you'll be welcome
toi eat and to drink till you stare;
I've told you what meat's to be at it,
I'll next tell you who's to be there

Blind Wily's to play on the fiddle.

Why there will be Peter the Hangman,
Who flogs the folks at the cart tail;
Auld Bob, with his new sark and ruffle,
Made out of an old keel sail;
and Tib on the Quay who sells oysters,
Whose mother oft strove to persuade
Her to keep from the lads, but she couldn't
Until she got by them betrayed.

Blind willy's to play on the fiddle.

And there will be Sandy the Cobbler,
Whose belly's as round as a keg;
And doll, with her short petticoats,
To display her white stockings and leg;
And Sall, who, when snug in a corner,
A sixpense, they say, won't refuse;
She curs'd when her father was drowned,
Because he had on his new shoes.

Blind Willy's to play on the fiddle.

And there will be Sam the Quack Doctor,
Of skill and profession he'll crack;
And Jack, who would fain be a soldier,
But for a great hump on his back;
And Tom, in the streets, for hisliving.
Who grinds razors, scissors, and knives;
And two or three merry old women,
That call Mugs and doublers, wives!

Blind Willy's to Play on the Fiddle

But, neibhbours; I'd almost forgotten
For to tell ye:--exactly at one.
The dinner will be on the table,
The music will play till it's done.
When you'll be all heartily welcome
Of this merry feast for to share;
But if you won't come at this bidding,
Why then you may stay where you arre.

Blind Willy's to play on the fiddle.

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