This text comes from The Book of Scottish Song, edited by Alexander Whitelaw, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
O gin I were fairly shot o' her!
Fairly, fairly, fairly shot o' her!
O gin I were fairly shot o' her!
If she were dead, I wad dance on the top o' her!
Till we were married, I cottldna see licht till her;
For a month after, a' thing aye gaed richt wi' her:
But these ten years I ha'e prayed for a wright to her—
O gin I were fairly shot o' her!
Nane o' her relations or friends could stay wi' her:
The neebours and balms are fain to flee frae her:
And I my ain sel' am forced to gi'e way till her:
Oh gin I were fairly shot o' her!
She gangs aye sae braw, she's sae muckle pride in her;
There's no a gudewife in the haill country-side like her:
Wi' dress and wi' drink, the deil wadna bide wi' her:
Oh gin I were fairly shot o' her!
If the time were but come that to the kirk-gate wi' her,
And into the yird I'd mak' mysel' quit o' her,
I'd then be as blythe as first when I met wi' her.
Oh gin I were fairly shot o' her!