Chorus.Lassie withe lint-white locks,
Bonie lassie, artless 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 its joys wi me,
And say thoult be my Dearie, O.
Lassie wi the, &c.
The primrose bank, the wimpling burn,
The cuckoo on the milk-white thorn,
The wanton lambs at early morn,
Shall welcome thee, my Dearie, O.
Lassie wi the, &c.
And when the welcome simmer shower
Has cheerd ilk drooping little flower,
Well to the breathing woodbine bower,
At sultry noon, my Dearie, O.
Lassie wi the, &c.
When Cynthia lights, wi silver ray,
The weary shearers hameward way,
Thro yellow waving fields well stray,
And talk o love, my Dearie, O.
Lassie wi the, &c.
And when the howling wintry blast
Disturbs my Lassies midnight rest,
Enclasped to my faithfu breast,
Ill comfort thee, my Dearie, O.
Lassie wi the, &c.