I'm o'er young to Marry Yet

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I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young to marry yet; I'm o'er young, 'twad be a sin To tak me frae my mammy yet. I am my mammny's ae bairn, Wi' unco folk I weary, Sir, And lying in a man's bed, I'm fley'd it mak me irie, Sir. Hallowmass is come and gane, The nights are lang in winter, Sir, And you an' I in ae bed, In trowth, I dare na venture, Sir. Fu' loud and shill the frosty wind Blaws thro' the leafless timmer, Sir; But if ye come this gate again, I'll aulder be gin simmer, Sir. I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young to marry yet; I'm o'er young, 'twad be a sin To tak me frae my mammy yet.