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-maisie/
