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The Pride of Youth

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 glowworm o’er grave and stone

Shall light thee steady;

The owl from the steeple sing,

Welcome, proud lady.”

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