Lassie wi’ the lintwhite locks—

Chorus
LASSIE wi' the lintwhite locks,
Bonie lassie, artless lassie,
Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks,
Wilt thou be my Dearie, O.----

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 &c.

The primrose bank, the wimpling burn,
The cuckoo on the milk-white thorn,
The wanton lambs at early morn,
Shall glad thy heart, my Dearie, O.
Lassie &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 &c.

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.
Lassie &c.

And should the howling wintry blast
Disturbs my lassie's midnight rest,
I’ll fauld thee to my faithfu' breast,
I'll comfort thee, my Dearie, O.
Lassie &c.