4 What gars me my tarn cauld as death, When I tak leave o’ thee? When thou art tar awa, Thou’lt dearer grow to me ; But change o' fouk an change o’ place May gar thy fancy jee.
Then I’ll sit down and moan, Just by yon spreading tree, And gin a leaf ta' in my lap, I’ll ca’t a word frae thee. Syne I'll gang to the bower Which thou wi roses tied, Twas there, by mony a blushing d, I strove my love to hide.
I'll doat on ilka spot Whare I hae been wi' thee, I'll ca' to mind some fond love tale, By ev'ry burn and tree, Tis hope that cheers the mind, Tho’ lovers absent be, And when I think I see thee still, I'll think I'm still with thee.
I lo'ed ne'er a laddie but ane.
I lo’ed ne’er a laddie but ane, He lo’ed ne’er a lassie but me, He’s willing to mak me his ain, and his ain I am willing to be. He has coft me a roeklay o' blue, and a pair o’ mittens o’ green;
