The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 87
O Whistle and I'll come to you, my Lad
O Whistle and I'll come to you, my Lad.
O whistle and I'll come to you, my lad,
O whistle and I'll come to you, my lad;
Tho' father and mither and a' should gae mad,
O whistle and I'll come to you, my lad.
At kirk or at market, whene'er ye meet me,
Gang
5 by me as though that ye cared na a flie,
6
But steal me a blink o' your bonnie black e'e,
Yet look as ye were na lookin' at me,
Yet look as ye were na lookin' at me.
O whistle and I'll come to you, my lad,
O whistle and I'll come to you, my lad;
Tho' father and mither and a' should gae mad,
O whistle and I'll come to you, my lad.
Aye vow and protest that ye care na for me,
And whiles ye may lightlie
7 my beauty a wee;
But court na anither, tho' jokin' ye be,
For fear that she wile your fancy frae me,
For fear that she wile your fancy frae me.
5 Go.
6 Fly.
7 Contemn.