Sir Walter Scott

(1771-1832 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Proud Maisie - Poem by Sir Walter Scott

Proud Maisie is in the wood,
Walking so early;
Sweet Robin sits on the bush,
Singing so rarely.

'Tell me, thou bonny bird,
When shall I marry me?'
—'When six braw gentlemen
Kirkward shall carry ye.'

'Who makes the bridal bed,
Birdie, say truly?'
—'The grey-headed sexton
That delves the grave duly.

'The glow-worm o'er grave and stone
Shall light thee steady;
The owl from the steeple sing
Welcome, proud lady!'


Comments about Proud Maisie by Sir Walter Scott

  • (9/6/2016 7:30:00 AM)


    Wow, you will die a spinster seems to be the gist of this one. Poor Maisie! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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