Proud Maisie
PROUD Maisie is in the wood,Walking so early;Sweet Robin sits on the bush,Singing so rarely.
‘Tell me, thou bonny bird,When shall I marry me?’‘When six braw gentlemenKirkward shall carry ye.’
‘Who makes the bridal bed,Birdie, say truly?’‘The grey-headed sextonThat delves the grave duly.
‘The glowworm o’er grave and stoneShall light thee steady;The owl from the steeple singWelcome, proud lady.’