I'm ower young

I am my mammy's ae bairn,

Wi' unco folk I weary, sir;

And lying in a man's bed,

I'm fley'd wad mak' me eerie, sir.

I'm o'er young to marry yet;

I'm o'er young to marry yet;

I'm o'er young—'twad be a sin

To tak' me frae my mammy yet.

My mammy coft me a new gown,

The kirk maun ha'e the gracing o't;

Were I to lie wi' you, kind sir,

I'm fear'd ye'd spoil the lacing o't.

Hallowmas is come and gane,

The nights are lang in winter, sir;

An' you an' I, in ae bed,

In trouth I dare na venture, sir.

Fu' loud and shrill the frosty wind,

Blaws thro' the leafless timmer, sir,

But if ye come this gate again,

I'll aulder be gin simmer, sir.

I'm o'er young to marry yet;

I'm o'er young to marry yet;

I'm o'er young—'twad be a sin

To tak' me frae my mammy yet.