Lassie Wi' The Lint White Locks

Now Nature cleeds the flowry 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?

Chorus

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.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

And when the howling wintry blast
Disturbs my lassie's midnight rest,
Enclasped to my faithful breast,
I'll comfort thee, my dearie, O.