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At kirk or at market, whene'er ye meet me,
Gang by me as though ye car'd na a flee,
But steal me a blink o' your bonny black ee,
Yet look as ye were na looking at me.
Yet look, &c.
Gang by me as though ye car'd na a flee,
But steal me a blink o' your bonny black ee,
Yet look as ye were na looking at me.
Yet look, &c.
O whistle and I'll come to you, my lad,
O whistle, &c.
Though father and mother and a' should gae mad,
O whistle and I'll come you, my lad.
Aye vow and protest that ye carena for me,
And whyles ye may lightly my beauty a' wee;
But court na anither though joking ye be,
For fear that she wyle your fancy frae me.
For fear, &c.
O whistle, &c.
Though father and mother and a' should gae mad,
O whistle and I'll come you, my lad.
Aye vow and protest that ye carena for me,
And whyles ye may lightly my beauty a' wee;
But court na anither though joking ye be,
For fear that she wyle your fancy frae me.
For fear, &c.
A Lassie all alone.
As I stood by yon roofless tower,
Where the wa'-flower scents the dewy air,
Where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower,
And tells the midnight moon her care.
A lassie all alone was making her moan,
Lamenting our lad sbeyond the sea;
In the bluidy wars they fa', and our honour's gaen and a',
And broken-hearted we maun die.
Where the wa'-flower scents the dewy air,
Where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower,
And tells the midnight moon her care.
A lassie all alone was making her moan,
Lamenting our lad sbeyond the sea;
In the bluidy wars they fa', and our honour's gaen and a',
And broken-hearted we maun die.
