Select songs (1)/Lassie Wi' the Lint White Locks

by Robert Burns (1759-1796)

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LASSIE WI' THE LINT WHITE LOCKS.

⁠⁠⁠⁠chorus.

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

Now nature cleeds the flowery lea,
And a' is young and sweet like thee;
O wilt thou share it’s joys wi' me,
⁠And say thoul't be my dearie O?
⁠⁠Lassie wi’, &c.

And when the welcome simmer-shower,
Has cheer’d ilk drooping little flower,
We’ll to the breathing woodbine bower.
⁠At sultry noon, my dearie O,
⁠⁠Lassie wi’, &c.

When Cynthia lights, wi’ silver ray,
The weary shearer’s hameward way;
Thro’ yellow waving fields we’ll stray
⁠And talk o’ love, my dearie O.
⁠⁠Lassie wi’, &c.

And when the howling wintry blast.
disturbs my lassie’s midnight rest;
(illegible text)nclasped to my faithfu’ breast,
⁠I'll comfort thee, my dearie O.
⁠⁠Lassie wi', &c.