Proud Maisie is in the wood, <br /> Walking so early; <br />Sweet Robin sits on the bush, <br /> Singing so rarely. <br /> <br />'Tell me, thou bonny bird, <br /> When shall I marry me?' <br />'When six braw gentlemen <br /> Kirkward shall carry ye.' <br /> <br />'Who makes the bridal bed, <br /> Birdie, say truly?' <br />'The grey-headed sexton <br /> That delves the grave duly. <br /> <br />'The glow-worm o'er grave and stone <br /> Shall light thee steady; <br />The owl from the steeple sing <br /> Welcome, proud lady!'<br /><br />Sir Walter Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/proud-masie/
