William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
Lass, Gin Ye Loe MeJames Tytler (17451804)
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Lass, gin ye lo’e me, tell me now!
I ha’e brewed a forpit o’ maut,
And I canna come ilka day to woo.
I ha’e a calf will soon be a cow;
Lass, gin ye lo’e me, tell me now!
I ha’e a pig will soon be a sow,
And I canna come ilka day to woo.
Lass, gin ye lo’e me, tell me now!
Three sparrows may dance upon the floor,
And I canna come ilka day to woo.
I ha’e a but and I ha’e a ben;
Lass, gin ye lo’e me, tell me now!
I ha’e three chickens and a fat hen,
And I canna come ilka day to woo.
Lass, gin ye lo’e me, tell me now!
Which ilka day lays me an egg,
And I canna come ilka day to woo.
I ha’e a kebbuck upon my shelf,
Lass gin ye lo’e me tak’ me now!
I downa eat it all myself;
And I winna come ony mair to woo.