The Pride of Youth Walter Scott - Poem Views : 339
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Proud Maisie is in the wood,
Walking so early;
Sweet Robin sits on the bush,
Singing so rarely.
âtell me ,thou bonny bird,
when shall I marry me?â
-âwhen six braw gentlemen
kirkward shall carry ye.â

âwho makes the bridal bed,
birdie, say truly?â
-âThe gray-headed sexton
That delves the grave duly.

âThe glowworm oâer grave and stone
Shall light thee steady;
The owl from the steeple sing,
Welcome, proud lady.â
By satheesh, On - 2010-02-16



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