Proud Maisie

by Sir 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 me?' —'When six braw gentlemen   Kirkward shall carry ye.' 'Who makes the bridal bed,   Birdie, say truly?' —'The grey-headed sexton   That delves the grave duly. 'The glow-worm o'er grave and stone   Shall light thee steady; The owl from the steeple sing   Welcome, proud lady!'

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