Robert Burns

Lady Mary Ann

O Lady Mary Ann
  Looks o’er the castle wa’,
She saw three bonnie boys
  Playing at the ba’;
The youngest he was
  The flower amang them a’;
My bonnie laddie ‘a young,
  But he’s growin’ yet.

O father!  O father!
  An’ ye think it fit,
We’ll send him a year
  To the college yet:
We’ll sew a green ribbon
  Round about his hat,
And that will let them ken
  He’s to marry yet.

Lady Mary Ann
  Was a flower i’ the dew,
Sweet was its smell,
  And bonnie was its hue!
And the langer it blossom’d
  The sweeter it grew;
For the lily in the bud
  Will be bonnier yet.

Young Charlie Cochran
  Was the sprout of an aik;
Bonnie and bloomin’
  And straught was its make:
The sun took delight
  To shine for its sake,
And it will be the brag
  O’ the forest yet.

The simmer is gane
  When the leaves they were green,
And the days are awa
  That we hae seen:
But far better days
  I trust will come again,
For my bonnie laddie’s young,
  But he’s growin’ yet.