Proud Maisie

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 glowworm o’er grave and stone Shall light thee steady; The owl from the steeple sing Welcome, proud lady.’