Lass, gin ye wad lo'e

"Lass, gin ye wad lo'e me,

Lass, gin ye wad lo'e me,

Ye'se be ladye o' my ha',

Lass, gin ye wad lo'e me.

A cantie but, a cozie ben,

Weel plenish'd, ye may trow me,

A brisk, a blythe, a kind gudeman—

Lass, gin ye wad lo'e me!"

"Walth there's little doubt ye ha'e,

An' bidin' bein an' easy;

But brisk an' blythe ye canna be,

An' you sae auld an' crazy.

Wad marriage mak' you young again?

Wad woman's luve renew you?—

Awa', ye silly doitet man,

I canna, winna lo'e you."

"Witless hizzie, e'ens ye like,

The ne'er a doit I'm carin';

But men maun be the first to speak,

An' wanters maun be speirin'.

Yet, lassie, I ha'e lo'ed you lang,

An' now I'm come to woo you—

I'm no sae auld as clashes gang,

I think you'd better lo'e me!"

"Doitet bodie!—auld or young,

You needna langer tarry,

Gin ane be loutin' owre a rung,

He's no for me to marry.

Gae hame an' ance bethink yoursel'

How ye wad come to woo me—

And mind me i' your latter-will,

Bodie, gin ye lo'e me!"