I'm O'er 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 e 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 e this gate again;

    I'll aulder be gin simmer, sir.

    I'm o'er young, &c.

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