O, SAY, DO I NA’ LO’E YE LASSIE.

O, say, do I na’ lo’e ye, lassie?

O, say, do I na’ lo’e ye well?

Aye! mair than tongue can utter, lassie,

Or mair than tender looks can tell.

Ye’re i’ my dreams by night, my lassie,

An’ ye are i’ my thoughts by day,

An’ ye’re the beacon star, my lassie.

That guides me through life’s troubled way.

I lo’e ye for those tresses, lassie,

That i’ bright jetty masses flow;

I lo’e ye for that bosom, lassie,

As white an’ fair as driven snow;

I lo’e ye for those cheeks, my lassie,

O’ sweetest tinge o’ rosy hue;

An’ O, I lo’e ye, dearest lassie,

For those twa cannie e’en o’ blue.

I lo’e ye for that form, my lassie,

Like to the deer’s, sae fit’ o’ grace;

I lo’e ye for that smile, my lassie,

That plays across thy charming face.

But what I lo’e still more, my lassie,

Is that which is worth mair to gain:

It is the bonnie min’, my lassie,

Which i’ gude truth ye ca’ your ain.