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T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.

The Yellow, Yellow Yorlin’

By Robert Burns (1759–1796)
 
(An old Scots countryside song. From The Merry Muses of Caledonia, c. 1800)

IT fell on a day, in the flow’ry month o’ May,
  All on a merry, merry mornin’,
I met a pretty maid, an’ unto her I said,
  “I wad fain fin’ your yellow, yellow yorlin’.”
 
“O no, young man,” says she, “you’re a stranger to me,        5
  An’ I am anither man’s darlin’,
Wha has baith sheep an’ cows, that’s feedin’ in the hows,
  An’ a cock for my yellow, yellow yorlin’.”
 
“But, if I lay you down upon the dewy ground,
  You wad na be the waur ae farthin’,        10
An’ that happy, happy man, he never cou’d ken
  That I played wi’ your yellow, yellow yorlin’.”
 
“O fie, young man,” says she, “I pray you let me be,
  I wad na for five pounds sterling;
My mither wad gae mad, an’ sae wad my dad,        15
  If you play’d with my yellow, yellow yorlin’.”
 
But I took her by the waist, an’ laid her down in haste,
  For a’ her squeakin’ an’ squallin’,
The lassie soon grew tame, an’ bade me come again
  For to play wi’ her yellow, yellow yorlin’.        20