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Whistle and I'll Come to You, My Lad.

Oh! whistle and I'll come to you, my lad,
Oh! whistle and I'll come to you, my lad,
Though father, and mother, and all should get mad;
Oh! whistle and I'll come to you, my lad.

But warily tent when ye come to court me,
An' come na unless the back get be a-gee,
Syne up the the back style, and let nae body see,
A come as ye war na comin to me.
Oh! whistle, &c.

At kirk, or at market, whene'er ye meet me
Go by me as though you car'd na a flea,
But steal me a blink o' your bonny black ee,
Yet look as ye were na a looking at me.
Oh! whistle, &c.

Ay, vow and protest that ye care na for me,
And whiles ye may lightly my beauty a-wee;
But court na anither, though joking ye be
For fear that she wiles your fancy frae me.
Oh! whistle, &c.