Proud Maisie is in the Wood, Waking 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!" The owl from the Steeple sing, "Welcome, proud lady!"
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