Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. III. The Eighteenth Century: Addison to Blake
Robert Burns (17591796)Whistle, and I ll Come to Ye, My Lad
O
O whistle, and I ’ll come to ye, my lad:
Tho’ father and mither and a’ should gae mad,
O whistle, and I ’ll come to ye, my lad.
And comena unless the back-yett be a-jee;
Syne up the back-stile, and let naebody see,
And come as ye werena comin to me.
And come as ye werena comin to me.
O whistle, &c.
Gang by me as tho’ that ye caredna a flee:
But steal me a blink o’ your bonnie black e’e,
Yet look as ye werena lookin at me.
Yet look as ye werena lookin at me.
O whistle, &c.
And whiles ye may lightly my beauty a wee;
But courtna anither, tho’ jokin ye be,
For fear that she wyle your fancy frae me.
For fear that she wyle your fancy frae me.
O whistle, &c.