Lassie Wi' The Lint-White Locks

Chorus
Lassie wi' the lint-white locks,
Bonie lassie, artless lassie,
Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks -
Wilt thou be my dearie, O?
1.
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?
2.
The primrose bank, the wimpling burn,
The cuckoo on the milk-white thorn,
The wanton lambs at early morn
Shall welcome thee, my dearie, O.
3.
And when the welcome simmer shower
Has cheer'd ilk drooping little flower,
We'll to the breathing woodbine-bower
At sultry noon, my dearie, O.
4.
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.
5.
And when the howling wintry blast
Disturbs my lassie's midnight rest,
Enclasped to my faithfu' breast,
I'll comfort thee, my dearie, O.

Girl With The Lint-White Locks

Chorus
Girl with the lint-white locks,
Lovely girl, artless girl,
Will you with me tend the flocks -
Will you be my dear, O?

Now Nature clothes the flowery meadow,
And all is young and sweet like you,
O, will you share its joys with me,
And say you will be my dear, O?

The primrose bank, the meandering stream,
The cuckoo on the milk-white thorn,
The wanton lambs at early morning
Shall welcome you, my dear, O.

And when the welcome summer shower
Has cheered each drooping little flower,
We will to the breathing woodbine-bower
At sultry noon, my dear, O.

When Cynthia lights with silver ray
The weary reaper's homeward way,
Through yellow waving fields we will stray,
And talk of love, my dear, O.

And when the howling wintry blast
Disturbs my girl's midnight rest,
Clasped to my faithful breast,
I will comfort you, my dear, O.