Proud Maisie is in the wood,

Walking so early;

Sweet Robin¹ sits on the bush,

Singing so rarely.

"tell me, thou bonny bird,

when shall I marry me?"

"when six braw gentlemen

Kirk ward² shall carry ye."

"who makes the bridal bed, birdie, say truly?"

"The gray-headed sexton

That delves³ the grave duly."

"The glowworm o'er grave and stone

Shall light thee steady;

The owl⁴ from the steeple sing,

Welcome, proud lady."