Five Scotch Songs/Lassie wi' the Lint-White Locks

LASSIE WI' THE LINT-WHITE LOCKS.

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

Now Nature cleads the flow'ry lea,
And a' is young and sweet like thee;
O wilt thou share its joy wi' me,
⁠And say thou'lt be my dearie, O?
⁠⁠⁠⁠Lassie wi' the lint-white locks, &c.

And when the welcome simmer show'r
Has cheer'd ilk drooping little flow'r,
We'll to the breathing woodbine bow’r,
⁠At sultry noon, my dearie, O.
⁠⁠⁠⁠Lassie wi' the lint-white locks, &c

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.
⁠⁠⁠⁠Lassie wi' the lint-white locks, &c.

And when the howling wintry blast
Disturbs my lassie’s midnight rest;
Enclasped to my faithfu’ breast,
⁠I’ll comfort thee, my dearie, O.
⁠⁠⁠⁠Lassie wi’ the lint-white lochs, &c.