Robert Burns

O Steer Her Up

written in 1795

O steer her up, an' haud her gaun , Her mither's at the mill, jo ; An' gin she winna tak a man, E'en let her tak her will, jo . First shore her wi' a gentle kiss, And ca' anither gill, jo ; An' gin she tak the thing amiss, E'en let her flyte her fill, jo . O steer her up, an' be na blate , An' gin she tak it ill , jo , Then leave the lassie till her fate, And time nae langer spill, jo : Ne'er break your heart for ae rebute , But think upon it still, jo : That gin the lassie winna do't, Ye'll find anither will, jo .

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