The Canary/Whistle and I'll come to you

by Robert Burns (1759-1796)

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

Whistle and I'll come to you.

O whistle and I'll come to you, my lad,
O whistle, &c.
Though father and mother and a' should gae mad,
O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad
Come down the back stairs when ye come to court me,
Come down, &c.
Come down the back stairs, and let nae body see,
And come as ye were na coming to me.
And come, &c.

O whistle and I'll come to you, my lad,
O whistle &c.
Though father and mother and a' should gae mad,
whittle and I'll come to you, my lad.

At kirk or at market, whene'er ye meet me,
Gang by me as though ye car'd na a flee,
But steal me a blink o' your bonny black ee,
Yet look as ye were na looking at me.
Yet look, &c.

O whistle and I'll come to you, my lad,
O whistle, &c.
Though father and mother and a' should gae mad,
O whistle and I'll come you, my lad.
Aye vow and protest that ye carena for me,
And whyles ye may lightly my beauty a' wee;
But court na anither though joking ye be,
For fear that she wyle your fancy frae me.
For fear, &c.