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!'