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 gentlemen   
  Kirkward shall carry ye.'   
  
'Who makes the bridal bed,   
  Birdie, say truly?'
'The grey-headed sexton   
  That delves the grave duly.   
  
'The glow-worm o'er grave and stone   
  Shall light thee steady;   
The owl from the steeple sing 
  Welcome, proud lady!'