The Book of Scottish Song/A Lassie Fair
A Lassie Fair.
[Captain Charles Gray, R, M.—Air, "For a' that, and a' that."]
A Lassie fair—the deil-may-care—
Ance lichtlied me and a' that,
And though I'm poor, you may be sure,
I didna like to claw that;
For a' that, and a' that,
I'm hearty still for a' that,
I gat the slight, I took it light,
And that's the way to thraw that.
Gif they should nick you wi' this trick,
Ne'er break your heart and a' that,
Just glower about, you'll find ane out,
Will ease your pain and a' that;
And a' that, and a' that,
Your sighs and sabs, and a' that,
Sae never dwine about ae quean,
There's plenty yet for a' that!
Nane but a fool spurns nature's rule,
To love and wed, and a' that;
Or gin a lass to him proves fause,
Tak's to his bed, and a' that;
And a' that, and a' that,
Nae doctor's drugs, and a' that,
Will ever prove a cure for love,
Like kiss again, and a' that!
Gif I can find ane to my mind,
My heart and hand, and a' that,
To her I'll gi'e, baith frank and free,
They're my delight for a' that;
For a' that, and a' that;
They're dear to me, for a' that,
I lo'e them still, and ever will,
Though ane did jilt, and a' that.