The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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I'M O'ER YOUNG TO MARRY YET |
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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 mammie yet.
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I am my mammie's ae bairn,Wi' unco folk I weary, Sir,
And lying in a man's bed,
I'm fley'd it make me eerie, Sir.
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II
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!
III
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.
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 mammie yet.
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