Poems and Songs of R Im Oer Young To Marry Yet

i'm o'er young to marry yet

chorus.—i'm o'er young, i'm o'er young,

i'm o'er young to marry yet;

i'm o'er young, 'twad be a sin

to tak me frae my mammy yet.

i am my mammny's ae bairn,

wi' unco folk i weary, sir;

and lying in a man's bed,

i'm fley'd it mak me eerie, sir.

i'm o'er young, &c.

my mammie coft me a new gown,

the kirk maun hae the gracing o't;

were i to lie wi' you, kind sir,

i'm feared ye'd spoil the lacing o't.

i'm o'er young, &c.

hallowmass is come and gane,

the nights are lang in winter, sir,

and you an' i in ae bed,

in trowth, i dare na venture, sir.

i'm o'er young, &c.

fu' loud an' shill the frosty wind

blaws thro' the leafless timmer, sir;

but if ye come this gate again;

i'll aulder be gin simmer, sir.

i'm o'er young, &c.