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O wat ye wha that 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.



O that's the lassie o' my heart,

My lassie, ever dearer;

O that'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'en thy chosen lassie,

Erewhile thy breast sae warming,

Had ne'er sic powers alarming.



O that's the lassie o' my heart,

My lassie, ever dearer;

O that's the queen o' womankind,

And ne'er a ane to peer her.



If thou hast heard her talking,

And thy attention's plighted,

That ilka body talking

But her, by thee is slighted;

And thou art all delighted.



O that's the lassie o' my heart,

My lassie, ever dearer;

O that's the queen o' womankind,

And ne'er a ane to peer her.



If thou hast met this Fair One,

When frae her thou hast parted,

If every other Fair One,

But her, 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 ane to peer her.