Lassie wi' the lintwhite locks

Lassie wi' the lint-white locks,

Bonnie lassie, artless lassie,

Wilt thou wi' me tend the flocks ':

Wilt thou be my dearie, O?

Now Nature cleads 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 summer shower

Has cheer'd ilk drooping little flower,

We'll to the breathing woodbine bower,

At sultry noon, my dearie, O.

When Cynthia lights, wi' silver ray,

The weary shearer's hameward way,

Through yellow-waving fields we'll stray,

And talk o' love, my dearie, O.

And when the howling wintry blast

Disturbs my lassie's midnight rest,

Enclasped to my faithfu' breast,

I'll comfort thee, my dearie, O.