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The frost that decks the tree my love,
Cauld wad it fa' on me.
Cauld wad it fa' on me.
O come alang wi' me my love,
Come to the burnie's side:
The cauld blast winna steer thee love,
I'll hap thee in my plaid.
I maunna gang wi' thee my love,
To the burnie's rocky side:
I coudna see thee cauld my love,
And me row't in thy plaid.
Come to the burnie's side:
The cauld blast winna steer thee love,
I'll hap thee in my plaid.
I maunna gang wi' thee my love,
To the burnie's rocky side:
I coudna see thee cauld my love,
And me row't in thy plaid.
O come alang wi' me my love,
O come and fear nae harm; twa,
We'll share the plaid atween us
And keep ilk ither warm.
I come—and thus it ay will be,
Let fortune smile or storm,
We'll share the plaid atween us twa,
And keep ilk ither warm.
O come and fear nae harm; twa,
We'll share the plaid atween us
And keep ilk ither warm.
I come—and thus it ay will be,
Let fortune smile or storm,
We'll share the plaid atween us twa,
And keep ilk ither warm.
FINIS.
