Skip to main content

‹‹‹ prev (254) Page 232Page 232Loch Eroch side

(256) next ››› Page 234Page 234For the love of Jean

(255) Page 233 - I'm o'er young to marry yet
233
He's wIllIiTg to make me his aln^
An' his ain I am willing to be.
He coft me a rokley o' blue,
A pair o' mittens o' green.
And bis price was a kiss, o' mou ;
An' I paid him the debt yestreen.
My mither's ay makin' a phraze.
That I'm lucky young to be wed ;
But lang ere she countit my days,
O' me she was brought to bed :
Sae mither, just settle your tongue.
An' dinna be flytin' sae bauld.
For we can do the thing when we're young.
That we canna do weel when v/e're auld,
I'M O'EU YOUNG TO MARUY YET.
[The chorus is old ; the rest is BuRNs's.]
I AM my mammy's ae bairn,
Wi' unco folk I weary, sir.
And lying m a man's bed,
I'lpn fley'd it make me irie. sir.
I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young,
I'm o'er young to marry yet,
I'm o'er young, 'iwacl he a sin
To iak mefrae my mammy yet.
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 muns, &c.

Images and transcriptions on this page, including medium image downloads, may be used under the Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International Licence unless otherwise stated. Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International Licence