I Am My Mammy's Ae Bairn.

Tune - "I'm o'er young to marry yet." 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.