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.