by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
I'm o'er young to marry yet See original
Language: Scottish (Scots)
Our translations: FRE
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.
...
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.
Confirmed with Burns, Robert, Poems and Songs. Vol. VI, The Harvard Classics. New York: P.F. Collier & Son, 1909–14; Bartleby.com, 2001. www.bartleby.com/6/207.html.
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
Composition:
- Set to music by (Franz) Joseph Haydn (1732 - 1809), "I'm o'er young to marry yet", JHW. XXXII/1 no. 30, Hob. XXXIa no. 30, stanzas 1,3-4
Text Authorship:
- by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796), "Song -- I'm o'er young to marry yet"
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , no title, copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 23
Word count: 156