Thank you for the irony of foreign poetry. Better give it to a collection.

The pride of youth

The pride of youth

Walter Scott

Proud Macy is in the Woods,

Walking so early;

The lovely robin sat on the bush,

Seldom sing.

"Tell me, you beautiful bird,

When will you marry me? "

-"When six brave gentlemen

Kirkward will take you. "

"Who makes the bed,

Bird, tell the truth? "

-"gray-haired sexton.

Dig the grave at the right time.

"Fireflies on graves and stones.

Will light up your stability;

The owl on the steeple is singing,

Welcome, proud lady. "

Proud Macy strolled through the Woods,

Stepping on the morning light;

The clever robin lives in the bushes,

Sing sweetly

"Tell me, beautiful bird,

What year and month should I wear a wedding dress? " -

"Wait until six mourners.

Take you to church. "

"Who will make me a new bed?

Good bird, don't lie. " -

"White-haired housekeeper, dig a grave,

I can't miss your bridal chamber. "

"Fireflies are weak and shiny,

Light your grave, bury it,

The owl will sing at the spire:

Welcome, proud girl. "

Sorry, I only found this song for the time being. If I find another one, I will improve it.