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 takme fraemy mammy yet.

I am my mammny’s ae bairn,
Wi’ uncofolk I weary, sir;
And lying in a man’s bed,
I’m fley’d it makme eerie, sir.
I’m o’er young, &c.

My mammie coftme a new gown,
The kirkmaunhaethe 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 langin winter, sir,
And you an’ I in aebed,
In trowth, I dare naventure, sir.
I’m o’er young, &c.

Fu’loud an’shillthe frosty wind
Blaws thro’ the leafless timmer, sir;
Butif ye come this gateagain;
I’ll aulder be ginsimmer, sir.
I’m o’er young, &c.