Whistle, And I'll Come To You, My Lad
Whistle, And I'll e To You, My Lad
Chorus.—O Whistle, an' I'll e to ye, my lad,
O whistle, an' I'll e to ye, my lad,
Tho' father an' mother an' a' should gae mad,
O whistle, an' I'll e to ye, my lad.
But warily tent when ye e to court me,
And e nae unless the back-yett be a-jee;
Syne up the back-stile, and let naebody see,
And e as ye were na in' to me,
And e as ye were na in' to me.
O whistle an' I'll e, &c.
At kirk, or at market, whene'er ye meet me,
Gang by me as tho' that ye car'd na a flie;
But steal me a blink o' your bonie black e'e,
Yet look as ye were na lookin' to me,
Yet look as ye were na lookin' to me.
O whistle an' I'll e, &c.
Aye vow and protest that ye care na for me,
And whiles ye may lightly my beauty a-wee;
But court na anither, tho' jokin' ye be,
For fear that she wile your fancy frae me,
For fear that she wile your fancy frae me.
O whistle an' I'll e, &c.
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