Robert Graham of Gartmore (1735–1797)

IF doughty deeds my lady please,

Right soon I’ll mount my steed;

And strong his arm, and fast his seat,

That bears frae me the meed.

I’ll wear thy colours in my cap,

Thy picture in my heart;

And he that bends not to thine eye

Shall rue it to his smart!

Then tell me how to woo thee, Love;

O tell me how to woo thee!

For thy dear sake nae care I’ll take,

Though ne’er another trow me.

If gay attire delight thine eye,

I’ll dight me in array;

I’ll tend thy chamber door all night,

And squire thee all the day.

If sweetest sounds can win thine ear,

These sounds I’ll strive to catch;

Thy voice I’ll steal to woo thysel’,

That voice that nane can match.
Then tell me how to woo thee, Love….

But if fond love thy heart can gain,

I never broke a vow;

Nae maiden lays her skaith to me;

I never loved but you.

For you alone I ride the ring,

For you I wear the blue;

For you alone I strive to sing:

O tell me how to woo!

Then tell me how to woo thee, Love;

O tell me how to woo thee!

For thy dear sake nae care I’ll take,

Though ne’er another trow me.