  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.” ’ Sir W. Scott. |
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