Dance She's ower young to marry yet 6029

My minny coft me a new gown,
The kirk maun hae the gracing o’t.
Were I to lie with you, kind sir,
I’m fear’d ye’d spoil the lacing o’t.
  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 mammie yet.

The above is a stanza from the song upon which Robert Burns based his “I’m O’er Young to Marry Yet”, about which Burns said, “The chorus of this song is old. – The rest of it, such as it is, is mine.”

Burns’ song, exactly as it appeared in James Johnson’s *The Scots Musical Museum’, Volume 2, of 1788, is as follows:

Chorus:
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 mammie yet.

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 irie, Sir.
I’m o’er young, &c.

Hallow mass 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, &c.

Fu’ loud and shill the frosty wind
  Blaws thro’ the leafless timmer, Sir.
But if ye come this gate again,
  I’ll aulder be gin simmer, Sir.
I’m o’er young, &c.