The Pride of Youth
	
	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 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.”