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 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.