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Robert Burns

I am my mammys ae bairn,
  Wi unco folk I weary, Sir,
And lying in a mans bed,
  Im fleyd it make me eerie, Sir. 

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. 

Halowmass 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. 


Fu loud and shill the frosty wind
  Blaws thro the leafless timmer, Sir;
But if ye come this gate again,
Ill aulder be gin simmer, Sir.

Footnote: We finish the current mini-series of songs by our National Bard in celebration of his birthday on 25 January with a song which appeared in Volume II of Johnsons Scots Musical Museum on 14 February 1788. Robert Burns noted of the song

The chorus of this song is very old; the rest is, such as it is, is mine.



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