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!'