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.