Green Grows the Rashes/The Lassie o' my Heart
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THE LASSIE O' MY HEART.
O wha is she that lo'es me, And has my heart a keeping?O sweet is she that lo'es me, As dews o'simmer weeping. In tears the rose-buds steeping. O that's the lassie o' my heart, My lassie ever dearer: O that's the queen o' womankind, And ne'er a ane to peer her.
If thou shalt meet a lassie, In grace and beauty charming,That e'en thy chosen lassie, Ere while the breast sae warming, Had e'er sic power alarming. O that's &c
I? thou hadst her talking, And thy attentions plighted,That ilka body talking, But her by the is alighted: And thou art all delighted. O that's, &c.
If thou hast met this fair one, When frae her thou hast partedIf every other fair one, But her thou hast deserted, And thou art broken-hearted. O that's, &c.