the youth

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. ”

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