The Pride of Youth Walter Scott

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 gentlemen
kirkward shall carry ye.�

�who makes the bridal bed,
birdie, say truly?�
-�The gray-headed sexton
That delves the grave duly.

�The glowworm o�er grave and stone
Shall light thee steady;
The owl from the steeple sing,
Welcome, proud lady.�