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!'