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 gentlemenkirkward shall carry ye.”
“who makes the bridal bed,birdie, say truly?”-“The gray-headed sextonThat delves the grave duly.
“The glowworm o’er grave and stoneShall light thee steady;The owl from the steeple sing,Welcome, proud lady.”
“who makes the bridal bed,birdie, say truly?”-“The gray-headed sextonThat delves the grave duly.
“The glowworm o’er grave and stoneShall light thee steady;The owl from the steeple sing,Welcome, proud lady.”
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