I am my mammy’s ae bairn,
  Wi’ unco folk I weary, Sir,
And lying in a man’s bed,
  I’m fley’d it make me eerie, Sir. 

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. 

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. 

Chorus:

Fu’ loud and shill the frosty wind
  Blaws thro’ the leafless timmer, Sir;
But if ye come this gate again,
I’ll 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 “Johnson’s 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.’