207. Song—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 come 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 come this gate again;
 I’ll aulder be gin simmer, sir.

 I’m o’er young, &c.

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