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 gray-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.'