O That’s The Lassie O’ My Heart

O watye whathat lo’es me
And has my heart a-keeping?
O sweet is she that lo’es me,
As dews o’ summer weeping,
In tears the rosebuds steeping!

Chorus-O that’s the lassie o’ my heart,
My lassie ever dearer;
O she’s the queen o’ womankind,
And ne’er a ane to peer her.

If thou shalt meet a lassie,
In grace and beauty charming,
That e’enthy chosen lassie,
Erewhile thy breast saewarming,
Had ne’er sicpowers alarming;
O that’s the lassie, &c.

If thou hadst heard her talking,
And thy attention’s plighted,
That ilka bodytalking,
But her, bythee is slighted,
And thou art all delighted;
O that’s the lassie, &c.

If thou hast met this Fair One,
When fraeher thou hast parted,
If every other Fair One
Buther, thou hast deserted,
And thou art broken-hearted,
O that’s the lassie o’ my heart,
My lassie ever dearer;
O that’s the queen o’womankind,
And ne’er a aneto peer her.