I'm scots and i'm married two things i cant help , I'm married but i dont have a wife
For she had bolted and left but thats nothing new , It happens so often in life

So i journeyed to london for thats where she had gone , With her lover to hide her disgrace
And though londons a big town i swore i'd not rest , Till i searched every street in the place

And tramped how i tramped weary mile upon mile , Till exhausted and ready to drop
I would not give in so i climbed on a bus , And took a front seat at the top

We came to a halt in a brightly lit square , To my joy my lass that i spied
Looking weary and worn but thank heaven alone , From my heart Maggie Maggie i cried

She gasped with delight as i rose from my seat , But a harrowing thought made me wince
I could not get off for i had just paid my fare , And i've never caught sight of her since :-)