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 sinTo 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 windBlaws 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.