The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/I'm owre young to marry yet
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I'M OWRE YOUNG TO MARRY YET.
I am my mammie'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.
CHORUS.I'm owre young, I'm owre young,I'm owre young to marry yet;I'm owre young, 'twad be a sinTo tak me frae my mammie yet.
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 fear'd ye'd spoil the lacing o't.I'm owre young, &c.
Hallowmas is come and gane,The nights are lang in winter, Sir;And you an' I in ae bed,In troth I dare na venture, Sir.I'm owre young, &c.
Fu' loud and shrill the frosty windBlaws thro' the leafless timmer, Sir;But if ye come this gate again,I'll aulder be gin simmer, Sir.I'm owre young, &c.