Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The Worlds Best Poetry. Volume II. Love. 1904. | | III. Loves Beginnings | O whistle, and Ill come to you, my lad | Robert Burns (17591796) |
| 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. | |
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But warily tent, when ye come to court me, | 5 |
And come na unless the back-yett be a-jee; | |
Syne up the back stile, and let naebody see, | |
And come as ye were na comin to me. | |
And come, etc. | |
O whistle, etc. | 10 |
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At kirk, or at market, wheneer ye meet me, | |
Gang by me as tho that ye cared nae a flie; | |
But steal me a blink o your bonnie black ee, | |
Yet look as ye were na lookin at me. | |
Yet look, etc. | 15 |
O whistle, etc. | |
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Aye vow and protest that ye care na for me, | |
And whiles ye may lightly my beauty a wee; | |
But court nae anither, tho jokin ye be, | |
For fear that she wile your fancy frae me. | 20 |
For fear, etc. | |
O whistle, and I ll come to you, my lad. | | | |
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