Classic Poem

As I went out ae may morning,
A may morning it chanc'd to be;
There I was aware of a weelfar'd Maid
Cam linkin' o'er the lea to me. —

O but she was a weelfar'd maid,
The boniest lass that's under the sun;
I spier'd gin she could fancy me,
But her answer was, I am too young. —

To be your bride I am too young,
To be your loun wad shame my kin,
So therefore pray young man begone,
For you never, never shall my favor win. —

But amang you birks and hawthorns green,
Where roses blaw and woodbines hing,
O there I learn'd my bonie lass
That she was not a single hour too young. —

The lassie blush'd, the lassie sigh'd,
And the tear stood twinklin in her e'e;
O kind Sir, since ye hae done me this wrang,
It 's pray when will ye marry me. —

It's of that day tak ye nae heed,
For that's ae day ye ne'er shall see;
For ought that pass'd between us twa,
Ye had your share as weel as me. —

She wrang her hands, she tore her hair,
She cried out most bitterlie,
O what will I say to my mammie,
When I gae hame wi' my big bellie!

O as ye maut, so maun ye brew,
And as ye brew, so maun ye tun;
But come to my arms, my ae bonie lass,
For ye never shall rue what ye now hae done! —