O, Whistle An' I'll Come To Ye My Lad

Chorus
O, whistle an' I'll come to ye, my lad!
O, whistle an' I'll come to ye, my lad!
Tho' father an' mother an' a' should gae mad,
O, whistle an' I'll come to ye, my lad!
1.
But warily tent when ye come to court me,
And come nae unless the back-yett be a-jee;
Syne up the back-style, and let naebody see,
And come as ye were na comin to me,
And come as ye were na comin to me,
2.
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!
3.
Ay vow and protest that ye care na for me,
And whyles ye may lightly my beauty a wee;
But court na 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 And I will Come To You My Lad

Chorus
O, whistle and I will come to you, my lad!
O, whistle and I will come to you, my lad!
Though father and mother and all should go mad,
O, whistle and I will come to you, my lad!

But warily take care when you come to court me,
And come not unless the back-gate be ajar;
Then up the back-style, and let nobody see,
And come as you were not coming to me,
And come as you were not coming to me,

At church, or at market, whenever you meet me,
Go by me as though that you cared not a fly;
But steal me a blink of your lovely black eye,
Yet look as you were not looking to me,
Yet look as you were not looking to me!

Always vow and protest that you care not for me,
And sometimes you may make light of my beauty a little;
But court not another though joking you be,
For fear that she entice your fancy from me,
For fear that she entice your fancy from me!