O tell me the way for to woo/A Lassie Fair

A LASSIE FAIR.

Tune—For a’ that and a’ that.

A lassie fair (the deil-ma-care)
Ance slighted me and a’ that;
But tho‘ I'm poor, you’re very sure
I dinna like to claw that;
For a‘ that and a' that,
I’m hearty still for a‘ that;
I gat the slight, I took it light,
And that's the way to thraw that.

Gif they should nick you wi’ this trick,
Ne’er break your heart and a' that;
Just glowr about, you'll find ane out,
Will ease your pain and a’ that.
And a' that, and a‘ that,
Your sighs and sabs, and a‘ that;
Sae never pine about a quean,
There’s plenty yet for a’ that!

He is a fool wha maks’t a rule
Ne’er for to wed and ⟨a'⟩ that,
Whan ance a lass to him proves fause,
But taks to bed and a’ that.
And a' that, and a' that,—
Nae doctor’s drugs and a' that,
Will ever prove a cure for love,
Like kiss again and a' that!

Gif I can find ane to my mind,
My heart and hand and a‘ that,
Te her I’ll gie baith frank and free,—
They’re my delight for a' that;
For a‘ that, and a’ that;
They’re dear to me for a‘ that ;
I loo them still, and ever will,
Tho’ ane did jilt and a‘ that.