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Chorus. -I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young, / I'm o'er young to marry yet; / I'm o'er young, 'twad be a sin / To tak me frae my mammy yet.
I am my mammny's ae bairn, / Wi' unco folk I weary, sir; / And lying in a man's bed, / I'm fley'd it mak me eerie, sir. / I'm o'er young, &c.
My mammie coft me a new gown, / The kirk maun hae the gracing o't; / Were I to lie wi' you, kind Sir, / I'm feared ye'd spoil the lacing o't. / I'm o'er young, &c.
Hallowmass is come and gane, / The nights are lang in winter, sir, / And you an' I in ae bed, / In trowth, I dare na venture, sir. / I'm o'er young, &c.
Fu' loud an' shill the frosty wind / Blaws thro' the leafless timmer, sir; / But if ye come this gate again; / I'll aulder be gin simmer, sir. / I'm o'er young, &c.