THE WAY FOR TO WOO.
O tell me, my bonny young lassie,
O tell me the way for to woo;
O tell me, my bonny sweet lassie,
O tell me the way for to woo.
Say, maun I roose your red cheeks like the morning,
Lips like the rose when its moisten'd wi' dew
And say maun I roose your een’s pawky scorning
O tell me dear lassie the way for to woo.
O far hae I wander‘d, dear lassie,
To see thee I've sail,d the salt sea,
I’ve travell’d o’er muirlands and mountains,
And houseless lain cauld on the lea,
I never hae try’d yet to mak love to ony,
Never lov’d ony till ance I lov’d you:
Now we’re alane in the greeen wood sae bonny
Now tell me my dear lassie the way for to woo.
What care I for your wand’rings, laddie,
Or yet for your sailing-the sea?
It was nae for nought ye left Peggy,
My tocher it brought you to me.
An‘ say hae ye gowd for to busk me ay gaudy,