Robert Burns: How To Know Him

by William Allan Neilson

He hirples twa fauld as he dow, limps double, can

Wi' his teethless gab and his auld beld pow, mouth, bald head

And the rain rains down frae his red bleer'd e'e—

That auld man shall never daunton me.

I'M OWRE YOUNG TO MARRY YET

I am my mammie's ae bairn, only child

Wi' unco folk I weary, Sir; strange

And lying in a man's bed,

I'm fley'd wad mak me eerie, Sir. frightened, scared

I'm owre young, I'm owre young, too