Here you go Lads and Laddesses,

In a wee cot hoose far acroos the Moor,
Where peeweets, plovers and waups cry dreary,
Lived an old Maid for many long year,
Never a lover cam' tae call her dearie,
Lonely Lass was Kate Dalrymple,
Thrifty quine was Kate Dalrymple,
Nae Music at all but the clear burnie whimple,
Was heard round the dwelling place o' Kate Dalrymple.

Face had a smack o' the gruesome and the grim,
From the attention of all lovers did defend her,
Long Roman nose reachin' doon tae her chin,
Put yea' in mind o' The Witch O' Endor,
Wiggle in her walk had Kate Dalrymple,
Snivel in her talk had Kate Dalrymple,
Many a cornelian and cairngorm pimple,
Was a hangin' frae the craggy face o' Kate Dalrymple.

Such are the ups and doons in life,
The dice o' fate fallin' tappsle-tearie,
Kate fell heiress tae a rich estate,
Never for lovers did she then (go) weary,
Squire cam' o' wooin' Kate Dalrymple,
Provost and the priest sought Kate Dalrymple,
Every wooer's face had love's smilin' dimple,
Now they dinna call her Kate, they call her Miss Dalrymple,

Attentime she thought when she lived by herself,
She could marry Willie Speedy-spool the Sarkin' weaver,
Unto Willie, she the secret did tell,
For love or interest he did recieve her,
Flung by his heddles for Kate Dalrymple,
Burned by his treadles for Kate Dalrymple,
Though his right eye was scaly and his left leg did limp ill,
He's won the heart and got the hand o' Kate Dalrymple,

From The Corrie's Complete songbook.