Whistle, And I’ll Come To You, My Lad

Chorus.-O Whistle, an’ I’ll come to ye, my lad,
O whistle, an’ I’ll come to ye, my lad,
Tho’ father an’ mother an’ a’should gaemad,
O whistle, an’ I’ll come to ye, my lad.

But warily tentwhen ye come to court me,
And come naeunless the back-yettbe a-jee;
Syneup the back-stile, and let naebody see,
And come as ye were na comin’ to me,
And come as ye were na comin’ to me.
O whistle an’ I’ll come, &c.

At kirk, orat market, whene’er ye meet me,
Gangbyme as tho’ that ye car’d na a flie;
But steal me a blinko’your bonieblack e’e,
Yet look as ye were na lookin’ to me,
Yet look as ye were na lookin’ to me.
O whistle an’ I’ll come, &c.

Aye vow and protest that ye care na for me,
And whiles ye may lightlymy beauty a-wee;
Butcourt naanither, tho’ jokin’ ye be,
For fear that she wile your fancy frae me,
For fear that she wile your fancy fraeme.
O whistle an’I’ll come, &c.