Chorus.Im oer young, Im oer young,
Im oer young to marry yet;
Im oer young, twad be a sin
To tak me frae my mammy yet.
I AM my mammnys ae bairn,
Wi unco folk I weary, sir;
And lying in a mans bed,
Im fleyd it mak me eerie, sir.
Im oer young, &c.
My mammie coft me a new gown,
The kirk maun hae the gracing ot;
Were I to lie wi you, kind Sir,
Im feared yed spoil the lacing ot.
Im oer 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.
Im oer young, &c.
Fu loud an shill the frosty wind
Blaws thro the leafless timmer, sir;
But if ye come this gate again;
Ill aulder be gin simmer, sir.
Im oer young, &c.