ROBERT CUNNINGHAME-GRAHAM
I'll wear thy colours in my cap,
Thy picture in my heart; And he that bends not to thine eye Shall rue it to hit. smart!
Then tell me how to woo thee, Love ;
O tell me how to woo thee' For thy dear sake nae care I'll take, Tho' ne'er another trow me.
��If gay attire delight thine eye
I'll dight me in array; I'll tend thy chamber door all night,
And squire thee all the day. If sweetest sounds can win thine ear,
These sounds I'll strive to catch; Thy voice I'll steal to woo thysel',
That voice that nane can match.
Then tell me how to woo thee, Love
But if fond love thy heart can gain,
I never broke a vow; Nae maiden lays her skaith to me,
I never loved but you. For you alone I ride the ring,
For you I wear the blue; For you alone I strive to sing, O tell me how to woo'
Then tell me how to woo thee, Love ;
O tell me how to woo thee ' For thy dear sake nae care I'll take
Tho' ne'er another trow me.
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