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, I'm o'er young,
       I'm o'er young to marry yet;
     I'm o'er young, 'twad be a sin
       To tak me frae my mammy yet.

My mammie coft me a new gown,
  The kirk maun hae the gracing o’t;
Were I to lie wi’ you, kind Sir,
  I’m feared ye’d spoil the lacing o’t.
     I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young... etc.

Hallowmass is come and gane,
  The nights are lang in winter, sir,
And you an' I in ae bed,
  In trowth, I dare na venture, Sir.
     I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young... etc.

Fu' loud and shill the frosty wind
  Blaws thro' the leafless timmer, sir;
But if ye come this gate again,
  I'll be aulder be gin simmer, sir.
     I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young... etc.