The Pride of Youth by Walter Scott

 

Proud Maisie is in the wood,

 

Walking so early;

 

Sweet Robin sits on the bush,

 

Singing so rarely.

 

"tell me ,thou bonny bird,

 

when shall I marry ye?"

 

--"when six braw gentlemen

 

kirkward shall carry ye."

 

"who makes the bridal bed,

 

birdie, say truly?"

 

"The gray-headed sexton

 

That delves the grave duly.

 

"The glowworm o'er grave and stone

 

Shall light thee steady;

 

The owl from the steeple sing,

 

Welcome, proud lady."