Lassie Wi’ The Lint-White Locks

Chorus.-Lassie wi’the lint-whitelocks,
Bonielassie, artless lassie,
Wilt thou wi’ me tentthe 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 thou’lt be my Dearie, O.
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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.
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And when the welcome simmershower
Has cheer’d ilkdrooping little flower,
We’ll to the breathing woodbine bower,
At sultry noon, my Dearie, O.
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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.
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And when the howling wintry blast
Disturbs my Lassie’s midnight rest,
Enclasped to my faithfu’ breast,
I’ll comfort thee, my Dearie, O.
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