XXXV.
Reading edition
I AM MY MAMMY’S AE BAIRN.
Tune—“I’m o’er young to marry yet.”
[The title, and part of the chorus only of this song, are old; the rest is by Burns, and was written for Johnson.]
I.
I am my mammy’s ae bairn, Wi’ unco folk I weary, Sir; And lying in a man’s bed, I’m fley’d it make me eerie, Sir. I’m o’er young to marry yet; I’m o’er young to marry yet; I’m o’er young—’twad be a sin To tak’ me frae my mammy yet.
II.
Hallowmas is come and gane, The nights are lang in winter, Sir; And you an’ I in ae bed, In trouth, I dare na venture, Sir.
III.
Fu’ loud and shrill the frosty wind, Blaws through the leafless timmer, Sir; But, if ye come this gate again, I’ll aulder be gin simmer, Sir. I’m o’er young to marry yet; I’m o’er young to marry yet; I’m o’er young, ’twad be a sin To tak me frae my mammy yet.