Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 371. Song—Lady Mary Ann |
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| O LADY Mary Ann looks o’er the Castle wa’, | |
| She saw three bonie boys playing at the ba’, | |
| The youngest he was the flower amang them a’, | |
| My bonie laddie’s young, but he’s growin’ yet. | |
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| O father, O father, an ye think it fit, | 5 |
| We’ll send him a year to the college yet, | |
| We’ll sew a green ribbon round about his hat, | |
| And that will let them ken he’s to marry yet. | |
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| Lady Mary Ann was a flower in the dew, | |
| Sweet was its smell and bonie was its hue, | 10 |
| And the longer it blossom’d the sweeter it grew, | |
| For the lily in the bud will be bonier yet. | |
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| Young Charlie Cochran was the sprout of an aik, | |
| Bonie and bloomin’ and straught was its make, | |
| The sun took delight to shine for its sake, | 15 |
| And it will be the brag o’ the forest yet. | |
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| The simmer is gane when the leaves they were green, | |
| And the days are awa’ that we hae seen, | |
| But far better days I trust will come again; | |
| For my bonie laddie’s young, but he’s growin’ yet. | 20 |
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