lassie wi the lint-white locks（1/1）

lassie wi' the lint-white locks

tune—“rothiemurchie's rant.”

chorus.—lassie wi'the lint-white locks,

bonie lassie, artless lassie,

wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks,

wilt thou be my dearie, o?

now nature cleeds the flowery lea,

and a' is young and sweet like thee,

o wilt thou share its joys wi' me,

and say thou'lt be my dearie, o.

lassie wi' the, &c.

the primrose bank, the wimpling burn,

the cuckoo on the milk-white thorn,

the wanton lambs at early morn,

shall wee thee, my dearie, o.

lassie wi' the, &c.

and when the wee simmer shower

has cheer'd ilk drooping little flower,

we'll to the breathing woodbine bower,

at sultry noon, my dearie, o.

lassie wi' the, &c.

when cynthia lights, wi' silver ray,

the weary shearer's hameward way,

thro' yellow waving fields we'll stray,

and talk o' love, my dearie, o.

lassie wi' the, &c.

and when the howling wintry blast

disturbs my lassie's midnight rest,

enclasped to my faithfu' breast,

i'llfort thee, my dearie, o.

lassie wi' the, &c.