New pease strae/Whistle and I’ll come t'ye

by Robert Burns (1759-1796)

For other versions of this work, see Oh, whistle and I'll come to you, my lad (Burns).

WHISTLE AN’ I’LL COME T’YE,

[BY BURNS.]

O Whistle, an’ I'll come t'ye, my lad,
O whistle, an’ I'll come t’ye, my lad,
Tho’ father an’ mother, an’ a’ shou’d gae mad,
O while, an’ I’ll come t’ye, my lad.

Av wylily tent, when ye come to court me,
An’ comna unless the back-yate be agee;
Syne up the back-style, an’ lat nae body see:
An’ come as ye werena comin’ for me.
O whistle, &c.

At kirk, or at market, where’er ye meet me,
Ay pass me by, as ye car’dna a flee;
Yet gi’e me the blink o’ yer bonny black e’e,
An’ look as ye werena lookin’ at me.
O whittle, &c.

Ay vow an’ protest that ye carena for me;
An’ whiles ye may lightly my beauty a-wee;
Yet courtna anither, tho' j kin' ye be,
For fear that she wyle your fancy frae me.
O whistle, &c.

FINIS.

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[Falkirk, Printed by T. Johnston.]
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