Robert Burns (17591796). Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 190914. |
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| 207. SongIm Oer Young to Marry yet |
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| Chorus.Im oer young, Im oer young, | |
| Im oer young to marry yet; | |
| Im oer young, twad be a sin | |
| To tak me frae my mammy yet. | |
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| I AM my mammnys ae bairn, | 5 |
| Wi unco folk I weary, sir; | |
| And lying in a mans bed, | |
| Im fleyd it mak me eerie, sir. | |
| Im oer young, &c. | |
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| My mammie coft me a new gown, | 10 |
| The kirk maun hae the gracing ot; | |
| Were I to lie wi you, kind Sir, | |
| Im feared yed spoil the lacing ot. | |
| Im oer young, &c. | |
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| Hallowmass is come and gane, | 15 |
| The nights are lang in winter, sir, | |
| And you an I in ae bed, | |
| In trowth, I dare na venture, sir. | |
| Im oer young, &c. | |
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| Fu loud an shill the frosty wind | 20 |
| Blaws thro the leafless timmer, sir; | |
| But if ye come this gate again; | |
| Ill aulder be gin simmer, sir. | |
| Im oer young, &c. | |
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