Lassie wi' the lintwhite locks

written in 1794

Lassie wi' the lintwhite locks, Bonie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks, An 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. The primrose bank, the wimpling burn, The cuckoo on the milkwhite thorn, The wanton lambs at rosy morn Shall glad thy heart, my Dearie, O. And when the welcome simmer shower Has chear'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, Thro' yellow waving fields we'll stray, And talk o' love, my Dearie, O. And should the howling wintry blast Disturb my lassie's midnight rest, I'll fauld thee to my faithfu' breast, And comfort thee, my Dearie O. Lassie wi' the lintwhite locks, Bonie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks, An wilt thou be my Dearie O.