| T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22. | | | | Whistle o’er the Lave o’t | | By Robert Burns (1759–1796) |
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LET me ryke up to dight that tear, | |
| An’ go wi’ me to be my dear, | |
| An’ then your every care and fear | |
| May whistle owre the lave o’t. | |
| I am a fiddler to my trade, | 5 |
| And a’ the tunes that e’er I play’d, | |
| The sweetest still to wife or maid, | |
| Was “Whistle owre the lave o’t.” | |
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| At kirns and weddings we’se be there, | |
| An’ O! sae nicely’s we will fare; | 10 |
| We’ll bouse about, till Daddie Care | |
Sings whistle o’er the lave o’t.
I am a fiddler to my trade, &c. | |
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| Sae merrily’s the banes we’ll pyke, | |
| An’ sun oursel’s about the dyke, | |
| An’ at our leisure, when ye like, | 15 |
We’ll whistle o’re the lave o’t.
I am a fiddler to my trade, &c. | |
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| But bless me wi’ your heaven o’ charms, | |
| And while I kittle hair on thairms, | |
| Hunger, cauld, an’ a’ sic harms, | |
May whistle owre the lave o’t.
I am a fiddler to my trade, &c. | 20 | | | |
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