Verse > Anthologies > The World’s Best Poetry > Vol. II. Love
Bliss Carman, et al., eds.  The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume II. Love.  1904.
III. Love’s Beginnings
“O whistle, and I’ll come to you, my lad”
Robert Burns (1759–1796)
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.
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
At kirk, or at market, whene’er 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.
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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