Lassie wi' the lint-white locks

Now nature cleeds the flowery lea,

And a' is young and sweet like thee;

O wilt thou share its joys wi' me,

And say thou'lt be my dearie O?

Lassie wi', &c.

And when the welcome simmer-shower

Has cheer'd ilk drooping little flower,

We'll to the breathing woodbine bower

At sultry noon, my dearie O.

Lassie wi', &c.

When Cynthia lights, wi' silver ray,

The weary shearer's hameward way,

Thro' yellow waving fields we'll stray,

And talk o' love, my dearie O.

Lassie wi', &c.

And when the howling wintry blast

Disturbs my lassie's midnight rest;

Enclasped to my faithfu' breast,

I'll comfort thee, my dearie O.

Lassie wi' the lint-white locks,

Bonie lassie, artless lassie,

Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks?

Wilt thou be my dearie O?