Robert Burns - Whistle, And I'll Come To You, My Lad lyrics

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Robert Burns - Whistle, And I'll Come To You, My Lad lyrics

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 gae mad, O whistle, an' I'll come to ye, my lad. But warily tent when ye come to court me, And come nae unless the back-yett be a-jee; Syne up 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, or at market, whene'er ye meet me, Gang by me as tho' that ye car'd na a flie; But steal me a blink o' your bonie black 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 lightly my beauty a-wee; But court na anither, tho' jokin' ye be, For fear that she wile your fancy frae me, For fear that she wile your fancy frae me. O whistle an' I'll come, &c.