O That's The Lassie O' My Heart
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! 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'en thy chosen lassie, Erewhile thy breast sae warming, Had ne'er sic powers alarming; O that's the lassie, &c. If thou hadst 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, &c. 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.