The Book of Scottish Song/Lassie wi' the lintwhite locks

by Robert Burns

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Lassie wi’ the lintwhite locks.

[Written by Burns for Thomson's collection, to the tune of "Rothiemurchus' Rant." The heroine was Jean Lorimer, of whom we have had occasion to speak in previous notes.]

Lassie wi' the lint-white locks,
Bonnie lassie, artless lassie,
Wilt thou wi' me tend the flocks ':
Wilt thou be my dearie, O?

Now Nature cleads the flowery lea,
And a' is young and sweet like thee;
O, wilt thou share its joys wi' me,
And say thou'lt be my dearie, O?
Lassie wi, &c.

And when the welcome summer shower
Has cheer'd ilk drooping little flower,
We'll to the breathing woodbine bower,
At sultry noon, my dearie, O.

When Cynthia lights, wi' silver ray,
The weary shearer's hameward way,
Through yellow-waving fields we'll stray,
And talk o' love, my dearie, O.

And when the howling wintry blast
Disturbs my lassie's midnight rest,
Enclasped to my faithfu' breast,
I'll comfort thee, my dearie, O.

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